Chapter 7
Layla slowly descended the stairs. Her body was crying out with fatigue. She’d had little more to eat than a handful of American cheese crackers and while they quieted the grumble of her stomach, they didn’t last her long.
Upstairs, she’d laid the girl out on Drake’s bed. It had been a long day for her, too. After scrubbing her clean of the forest that had followed her inside, Layla wrapped her in one of Drake’s shirts. He couldn’t be angry at her for digging through his clothing. There had been a kind of calm that had taken her over as she did. The whole room smelled of him. The bed, the drawers, everything.
In the end, she’d wanted to curl up beside the girl and sleep, too.
But, she couldn’t. Not in Drake’s bed. He would direct her to her own place. Surely, he had an apartm
