Chapter 3
The next morning while Layla was getting ready for work, she tried to forget the way Declan all but blew her off. He’d always been secretive and mysterious, barely giving her a glimpse into who he was, but the way he’d acted last night, that was strange even for Declan.
What the heck did he mean he couldn’t? He couldn’t what? And why did he apologize? She’d waited for him to come back and explain, but he sequestered himself at the other end of the bar like she was surrounded by an electric fence.
Once she’d finished her coffee, she tossed cash on the bar and left. Normally he would tell her the coffee was on the house, offer her a sexy smirk, and nod her off, but he didn’t say a word. Didn’t as much as lift his head in her direction.
It was as if he’d written her off. She’d b
