Layla recognized the voice immediately. It was the last person she wanted to see.

“Don’t you have a wedding to be in?” She spat. Solomon sat next to her and started to gently rub her back. “Stop touching me! Your wife would not like it.”

“Layla,” he purred, “don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like what?” She moved her body away from his hand. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Layla,” his voice was like ...