Olivia
I watched Nathan as he welcomed Cade into our home with forced politeness.
“Cade, please, make yourself comfortable. Can I offer you a drink?” Nathan gestured toward our mini bar that was a part of the dining room setup.
“Sure,” Cade answered, his voice lacking any real enthusiasm as he followed Nathan.
Seizing the moment, I gave Layla a quick, discreet wave and tilted my head toward the living room. “Let’s talk.”
Carrying her little boy in her arms, Layla followed me. Once we were safely out of earshot, I turned to her, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Is everything okay? Has Cade said anything?”
Layla looked slightly distressed. “He just got here yesterday, Liv, and we’ve barely talked. He even got his own hotel room and said that he won’t stay with me until he figures all
