Chapter 29

Back at the hotel, Layla went straight up to the suite Lucas was using. A stranger opened the door and two others were hovering around the desk at which Lucas sat, his jacket off, his tie loosened, broad shoulder muscles flexing beneath a white silk shirt as he turned his head and stared fixedly at Layla, who hovered, uncertain of her welcome. He sprang upright. "Beverly did good," he quipped, brilliant dark golden eyes sliding over her slim figure in a look as physical as a touch. ‘In fact, she did brilliantly.’