~LAYLA~
"Layla!" Erica's voice rang out as she stepped out of her shiny silver sedan. Her smile was almost too wide, too excited. I frowned and looked over at Axel, who was standing next to me.
"I told you tomorrow afternoon," I said, crossing my arms.
She waved a hand dismissively, her eyes flicking toward the armoured SUV. "I know, I know. But I just had to make sure you were okay after that crash. I couldn't wait until tomorrow." Her gaze lingered on the vehicle and what we were wearing. "Are you going somewhere?"
I shook my head. "Just got back, actually."
Axel tossed me the keys, his face pretty blank as he watched Erica closely. She saw the exchange and immediately turned her attention to the SUV.
"Is that yours?" she asked, moving closer to examine it.
"Yes, Erica." I nodded, allowing myself a spark of pride. "My husband got it for me."
