His gaze searched mine as a slight frown appeared between his brow. “They’re getting ready to head out.”

How long had I been staring at the crack? Good Lord.

“But first, you’re going to take me on a tour of your place,” Layla said.

Zayne lifted a shoulder. “Well, there’s not much more than what you’re looking at now.”

Layla turned toward the closed doors. “There has to be more.” She started walking toward them. “Show me.”

Zayne wasn’t given much of a choice. He caught up with Layla just as she opened the door to the linen closet. Roth was only a few steps behind them, and that meant...

I looked to my right and found Stacey smiling tightly at me. “Hi,” I said, because I had no idea what else to say. “You’re not joining them on the tour?”

She shook her head. “No. I’ve been here before.”

Keeping my face blank was an Oscar-worthy effort. “And you didn’t tell Layla?”

“Nope. Zayne didn’t want her to know, and yeah, I thought that was ridiculous, but I learned a long time ago not to get between them and their functional dysfunction.” Angling her body toward me, she propped her hip against the island. “You know that I know.”

“You know what?” I glanced over to see Zayne and crew disappearing into the bedroom.

“That there’s only one bedroom.”

I turned back to her. “You’re correct.”

Her brown eyes stared into mine. “Zayne is a great guy.”

A prickly heat invaded my skin. “He’s an amazing guy.”

“And I don’t know what’s really going on here, but I have a feeling Layla and Roth aren’t being completely honest about you.”

“Whatever is going on here is none of your business,” I told her, voice low.

“We’re going to have to disagree on that, because Zayne’s my friend and I care about him a lot, so it is my business.”

“You’re right. We’re going to have to disagree on that.”

She lifted a brow. “Just know, if you hurt him in any way, you’ll have to deal with me.”

I would’ve laughed in her face, but I actually respected that threat. I really did. I was glad Zayne had a friend like this. A little annoyed, too, but mostly glad.

So, I said, “You have nothing to worry about, Stacey. Seriously.”

“We’ll see.” Her gaze flicked past me as she pushed off the island. “How was the tour?”

“Short,” Roth said. “Really short.”

“Yeah.” Layla looked a little concerned. “It’s a nice place. The bathroom is amazing.”

I wondered if she was thinking the same thing about the bedroom as Stacey had. Neither needed to waste time on the idea of anything of interest happening on that bed any longer.

Unfortunately.