Lyla
I couldn’t stop watching them interact. We were at lunch sitting in a round booth. The lights were dimmed and romantic at the steakhouse we went to. I figured Kellen would want some real food and not the slop he probably got used to over the last almost five years.
Conner sat in the middle of Kellen and me. I faced Kellen. His eyes hardly left Conners, but I did catch him flicking them at me now and then. Conner was keeping up a running commentary on how our place looked.
“It’s a giant warehouse really. I use the whole first floor for my storage and working area. I built walls onto the loft area where the bedroom is when Lyla moved in. It’s soundproof, so my work doesn’t disturb her. She needs her rest. The missions she goes on are pretty taxing for both her mental and p
