Chapter Seven
Phin peeled back the top of his jumpsuit and let it hang on his hips. His stomach was growling something fierce and he needed food. He checked Steve’s office to ask Layla if she wanted to eat, but the office was empty. His stomach grumbled again. The truck was still where he’d parked it last night, so Layla was around somewhere.
He hadn’t seen her leave and, with the way the other guys had been ribbing him since she came in, he knew they would’ve said something if they’d seen her when she was on her way out. He walked around the garage to his apartment. There wasn’t much food at his place, so Layla had to be at least as hungry as he was.
Inside the apartment, he was surprised to find Layla curled up in a ball on his couch wearing just a T-shirt and panties. Was she sick? S
