“Thanks for today, Regan,” Layla said gratefully as they walked toward his car.

“You really made my day.”

“Anytime, shortie,” he grinned, nudging her shoulder.

“I’ve got to get going now…” she added, checking the time. It was already 6 p.m.

“Yeah, it’s getting late. Come on, I’ll drop you off.” He gestured toward the car.

But Layla quickly shook her head. There was no way she could let Regan drop her off—especially not in front of Nolan’s place.

Nolan was like a ...