EDWARD’S POV
I want more of Layla Foster.
That’s the conclusion I’ve arrived at after this morning of her setting boundaries, confusing the hell out of me, threatening Colt and now sitting across from me in a fast-food restaurant.
I want more of her laugh, her scent and her attention. And if I’m being completely honest, a repeat of last night wouldn’t exactly ruin my day either.
[Took you long enough to figure that out.]
I ignore Zyrax.
The thing is, women and I have never exactly been a complicated subject. Most of them know exactly what they’re getting when it comes to me.
Some don’t like it but most don’t seem to mind.
Either way, nobody has ever looked me in the face after a night together and gone, You know what? Let's be friends.
Until her, which is honestly insulting when y
