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“Evasive?” Layla cocks her head.
“Yeah, I’m his best friend, and I’ve never met you.” Luke glances at me and then back at her. “I wonder why.”
“Yeah, I wonder why.” Layla’s face is tight, her expression serious.
“What do you do, Layla?” Luke asks.
“You know what she does,” I say, my forehead creasing.
“Do I?” Luke chuckles without humor. “A nanny, you said, right, Layla?”
“Is this an interview?” Layla laughs mirthlessly. “Because I already had one of those.”
“It’s not an interview,” Luke says, shaking his head. “Just trying to get to know you.”
“I think I’m going to try putting balls into holes.” Layla turns to look at me. “That’s what golf is all about, right?”
“Okay.” I nod. “I’ll join you soon.”
“It was—” Layla glances at Luke, “—weird to meet you.”
She steps away, and we watch her leave. Suzy is in the background watching us, but neither of us spared her a glance. I notice Smitty peeping at Layla as she walks away, and my hands tighten into fists.
If he tries to teach her to golf again, God, I’d—
“She feels familiar,” Luke says, removing his sunglasses from his front pocket.
I contemplate telling him about the one-night stand, but I decide against it. There’s no point in mentioning that. It changes nothing.
“I see why you won’t shut up about her.” He clasps my shoulder.
“What do you mean?” My voice is low.
“Really?” Luke frowns. “You don’t see it?” He removes his hand from my shoulder, leaving a cold print.
“See what?”
What is he talking about?
“She looks almost exactly like Deanna?” Luke scoffs, his eyes narrowing. “She’s basically Deanna if she was thicker, black-haired, and, well, smaller.”
I look over at Layla. She’s holding her club in one hand, her other hand on her face, shielding her face from the sun as she stares out into the distance. I don’t see the resemblance.
“That’s—” I shake my head. “I don’t see it.”
“What do you know about her?” Luke asks.
“What do you mean?” I turn my entire body to face him.
“I mean, what do you know about her besides what she’s told you? Did you dig into her?”
“Did I dig into my daughter’s nanny?” I scoff. “What am I? The CIA?”
Luke turns back to watch her. I do the same. I realize he may be right. I don’t know a lot about Layla. Hell, I barely know her.
“Luke—”
“I’m on it.” He nods towards me, a silent understanding passing between us.
