Chapter 8
Layla stood at the counter waiting to receive her registration materials. She halfway listened to the guy behind the counter ramble on about practice hours and dress codes. There was a dress code for a pool tournament? She smiled and accepted the packet. She’d already checked into her room, so she stood off to the side to check out the competition while reading through the schedule.
If only she could figure out which of these people were amateurs and which were pros. Then she snickered at herself. She knew she was really looking for Phin. They hadn’t been in contact at all since that night at the bar, so she didn’t know if his plans had changed. And really it didn’t matter.
She’d decided to participate in the tournament more for herself than for Phin. Having him witness how go
