Ruger had come and picked her up from Colt’s office and now they were in the car on the way back to her salon, her apartment, her bed. He had been quiet and although he hadn’t filled her in on what the men had spoken about in Blaser’s office, Lyssa had given her the information and Layla was beginning to understand how the process of sharing worked in this family. The Warner men talked to each other, brooded, and then when it came time to make a decision, they consulted their women. The women did their best to keep the wheels turning and used their feminine alliance to ensure decisions were made with full and accurate details, rather than the perhaps biased view of their partners. ‘You said you couldn’t be with a guy who managed a strip joint.’ Ruger understood the way it was too and didn’t insult her by playing dumb. Colt had gone to his brothers so Ruger knew that Layla was alone with Lyssa in Colt’s office tonight.
