“Why?” Drake asks, locking eyes with her. At that second, it hits me. I’m so right. It gives me an ace up my sleeve, because I’m one hundred percent sure Layla doesn’t have a clue about her brother and her best friend. My body warms up, and I almost grin from satisfaction. You chose the wrong guy to piss off, girl. “Does it matter?” She tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes on Benson. “Nope,” he utters, taking a sip of his beer.
