Christian's POV

　　Flashback

　　When Lyla's name flashed across my screen. My mind worked fast, assembling pieces that didn't sit right. Her timing. Her tone. The implication. If she wanted to talk, why not call her lawyer? Why now?

　　She's planning something.

　　I tapped the side of my phone, jaw tight, trying to decide whether to ignore her or face it head-on. But I already knew the answer. If I didn't go, she'd find another way to force herself ...