comfort inn ending

"You think you can just walk into my life and fix things?" Kairo's voice was low, dangerous.

Layla crossed her arms, meeting his stare. "Somebody has to. You're too busy acting heartless to see you still got one."

He smirked - the first time she'd ever seen it. "Careful, shorty. You keep talking like that, I might start to believe you care."

"Maybe I do," she whispered. "But don't make me regret it."