“Thanks for the ride, Xander,” Layla said as he pulled up in front of Nolan’s place.

“Anytime,” he replied with a warm smile.

“Take care, alright? See you some other time.” He waved as Layla stepped out of the car.

“You too. Bye.” She watched as he drove away, then took a deep breath and walked toward the penthouse entrance.

She couldn’t help but wonder why someone as rich as Nolan chose to live in a penthouse instead of a mansion. Maybe he preferred solitude—or maybe he ...