Phin had been a lone player his whole life. Even when he’d been with his family, he’d struck out alone because that was where he excelled, where he had control. Never had he imagined that hooking up with a partner would be so enjoyable.
In the past, a partner had meant splitting the profits with someone he’d have to carry. Today, with Layla, he’d not only made more money than he had on any other Sunday, but he’d had a great time. They’d laughed and joked and schemed to win. After playing at a couple of pool halls, they’d moved on to a few bars.
When he pulled the stack of cash from his pocket and counted out half to her, her face lit up, but she looked ready to cry.
She giggled uncontrollably while she played with the bills. “Who needs a degree from MIT when I can make this kind of mone
