Layla closed the door behind her and sank against it. She imagined a movie cutaway where Phin leaned on the opposite side. Pitiful. Walking away from Phin was getting harder and harder. She pushed off the door, showered and changed, and went in search of a cold beer.
For all of her brave words to Phin outside her room, she’d wanted to grab him and kiss him. Playing a game of pool at his side instead of against him had been a mistake, but she sure as s**t hadn’t wanted to play with either of the other two guys. She was surprised at how quickly she and Phin had fallen into that old rhythm of comfort. How could that be? They’d spent less than a week together two months ago.
Sitting at the hotel bar, she was draining the last of the beer in her third bottle when Phin arrived. Was there reall
