#Chapter 25 - There’s a Mole

Aldo Even hours after Layla’s rescue, the men couldn’t stop talking about how calmly she’d handled the situation. How, with a man bleeding out on a beach, two men dead behind her, the scent of gunpowder still heavy in the air, she’d knelt in the sand and stitched a bullet wound. “She’s calmer than you, Vas,” Carlo had joked. A few of the others had laughed in agreement. “Why haven’t you hired her as our surgeon yet?” “When’s she getting on the payroll?” “You been keeping this hot doctor all to yourself?” I’d ordered them to clean up the mess on the beach and marched back to my office to think. To sulk, really, to pace back and forth across the room, but also to think—because someone had broken into my home. They were right, though. Layla had handled the situation admirably. After all that had preceded the gunshot, she’d still worked with quick, steady hands to save a man’s life. If she were anyone else, I’d have offered her a job on the spot. But she wasn’t just any