EDWARD’S POV
I’m still waiting for Eliot when the door opens and he walks in, shoes coming off with two large shopping bags in his hands.
He gets to the middle of the sitting room and his eyes move around frantically. “Is she awake?”
I rise to my feet and walk past him toward the kitchen. “Yeah. We need to talk.”
In the kitchen, I rest against the cabinet and wait. I don’t know what takes him so long but by the time he comes through the door, he’s no longer carrying the bags.
Zyrax growls immediately but I shove him down.
Eliot is my best guy. He will remain my best guy. Whatever this conversation is, it ends with that still being true.
Eliot leans against the doorframe. “What’s up? Is Layla still out?”
I ignore the question. “Did you tell Layla I’m overstimulating her?”
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