For the next three days, Layla was relaxed and calm. She hadn’t felt the slightest hint of a panic attack. Life in Georgia was better than she’d thought possible considering she was broke and her car was in the shop.
But things had turned for her. She and Phin fell into a routine. She went grocery shopping so they could eat lunch together and still have time for a quickie. He worked; she did their laundry. It felt very homey. More comfortable than she’d felt in a long time. The thought of going back to school and then on to a job with the NSA was starting to lose its appeal.
Phin had the right idea—float around and enjoy life.
She felt free with Phin. She didn’t have to pretend or … She could just be herself.
When he walked in from work Thursday evening, he set her car keys on the coun
