Chapter 9
Phin entered the tournament hall to scope out the competition and find Layla. He wanted to talk to her. The schedule said she’d be playing now. Part of him hoped she’d lose. He didn’t want to play against her in the tournament. He’d have to let her win, and, if that happened, he’d need to find another tournament with a similar purse.
It didn’t take long to find her. The number of women playing was still small enough that they stood out in the crowd. He edged closer as her opponent took a shot. The guy missed, mostly because he was staring at Layla’s cleavage. She looked over her shoulder and caught his attention with a smile.
He’d been sure she was pissed. Maybe he was wrong. Then she bent over and took her turn. Again and again until she won. Her opponent barely congratulated
