Layla smoothed the front of the dress as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was by far the most expensive thing she had ever worn. The soft silky fabric felt sensual against her skin as it skimmed against her curves and fell to her feet with a slit at the front. The round neckline made it look classy, and it draped at the back, showing more skin than she was comfortable with around Jackson.
With her height, shopping was a chore most days, so she knew she would have struggled to find something that fit her so well if she’d had to shop for herself.
It was gorgeous.
But it was hardly the type of clothing to wear when running through the woods at night. And she wouldn’t be able to hide her knife under it.
With a sigh, she fluffed out her curly hair and then slipped her phone into her
