LAYLA’S POV
“You won’t believe what Eliot did today. I completely forgot to tell you.”
Edward glances up from the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up to his forearms as he unpacks what has to be the fifth container of Chinese takeout.
Not that we didn’t already have lunch together.
Apparently, dating a six-foot-something guy means accepting that food simply disappears around him. It’s been, what, four hours since lunch? Yet somehow we’ve returned home with enough Chinese food to feed a family reunion.
His brows lift as he sets another container on the counter.
“This afternoon?”
“Yeah.”
He sets the last bowl on the counter before finally looking at me. “What did he do?”
A laugh slips out before I can stop it.
“Oh, you’re going to love this.”
His brows rise.
“Eliot accidentally le
