“He’s harmless. Thanks for dinner, but, as you can see, I need to talk to him.”
Suddenly, understanding dawned in his eyes. “Is he the one you were talking about? The one you still have feelings for?”
“He’s the one,” Layla said with a nod.
“Good luck to you.” The compassion in his voice warmed her heart.
“Good luck to you, too, and please, keep in touch.”
“I will. Since you’re leaving, I’m going to hang out at the bar and maybe see if I can entice some other woman to dance with me.”
Layla gave him a quick goodbye hug. “Take care.”
