For the life of him, Phin couldn’t figure out how his life had taken such a turn. He’d finished Layla’s car on Wednesday, but he hadn’t told her. He liked having her around, and he wanted to put off her leaving. But then Steve had pointed out that he wanted to get paid, so Phin gave Layla her keys.
He hadn’t expected her to want to stay.
Sure, he knew they were having a great time, but she had plans. Plans that didn’t include him. He didn’t know what he was going to do next week when she really was gone. Over the last few days, every time she spoke about her life, he’d tried to envision himself as part of it. Her family and friends had become such vivid images in his mind that he believed that if he were to run into them on the street, he’d recognize them.
He wanted to crawl inside her
