Chapter Two
Phin nodded. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking, offering to play with this girl. She had trouble written all over her. He’d noticed her as soon as she had entered the room. First, this bar rarely had pretty girls walk through; second, she paid as much attention to the game as she did to the players, so he wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for. Her short, dark hair was a mess, and she wasn’t wearing any makeup. She wore her clothes comfortably, and he liked the Star Wars joke on her shirt.
The problem was he’d managed to avoid trouble for a long time.
She was different, and that alone caught his attention. Most women would feign interest in the game to hit on him. Not Layla. She walked around the table and attempted to set up her shot. Leaning forward, she awkwardly
