“Have I met her before? Is she hot?” I think I’m going to die. “Kayce.” He snaps down the radio line. “It’s Layla.” There’s silence and only a faint hum of static. “My Layla?” No. Not your Layla, dickhead. I want to burst in there and scream at them both. But I’m rooted to the spot. “What the fuck’s going on, Dad?” He sounds pissed. Even though he has absolutely zero right to be.
