Mixed Signals (Lovelight, #3)

by B.K. Borison

I see you, Layla Dupree.” He says it so firmly, so resolute, that I can’t help but believe him. “Clear as day. I always have.”

I feel like his favorite butter croissant.

I consider my words and voice a theory that’s been nudging at me. “Maybe our arrangement has made it easier for us to be open with each other, but I don’t think that’s all of it. Maybe it’s just . . . a shove in the right direction.”

The arrangement might have made it easier for us to find our way together, but how I feel when I’m around her? That’s one hundred percent Layla.