Chapter 8

            Where was this guy at? Layla was in the park in St. Petersburg. She had an appointment with her psychiatrist in an hour and a half. She wanted enough time to talk to him and make her appointment on time. She had missed last Thursday because Dr. Samuelson had a family emergency and had to cancel.

            Layla fought the urge to get off the bench and start pacing. She tapped her nails together. After another fifteen minutes, she finally saw the dark-haired hulk known as Bruce Styles. She had called him Tuesday and left a message to call her on her cell. Twenty-four hours had gone by before he had called her back.

            Mr. Styles approached the bench and sat down next to her. “Sorry I’m late, Mrs. Miles. I got stuck on the highway because of a fender bender.”

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