LAYLA’S POV
The room is quiet so I go on.
“She’s reactive, especially when it comes to anything involving Colt or me doing better than she thinks I should be doing.” I fold my hands in my lap. “And there’s no way Colt pulled this off alone without her knowing. So my plan is to text her. Something that’ll set her off, like tell her to ask Colt to back off, and just because I didn’t agree to be friends-with-benefits doesn’t mean he gets to ruin my life or —”
“Friends with benefits.” Edward’s voice comes out flat.
Oh, right. That part.
I meet his gaze and his expression has gone cold. “Colt asked you that?”
I wince. “Yes.”
His jaw tightens. “When?”
“When he gave me the letter.”
The silence that follows makes me c**k an eyebrow at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Edward demands.
Bef
