DRAKE WISHED, WITH every fiber of his being, that he, too, could spend his final time here in Wales humping. The woman walking before him drove him wild. He was old enough to recognize the bond that wove them together. It pulled him toward her, made his gaze drop to the curve of her ass and the bulge in his pants grow. It made him want to shield her from herself, to dig his way past the barriers she erected and curl himself around her.
Not that she would allow him. The walls Layla pulled around herself were so thick it was amazing anyone could even see her. But, Drake could see the real Layla beneath. He knew what she was going through because he’d been there.
So, he didn’t tell her that he was her mate and that he’d bargained with her last leader to find a way to whisk her home with him
