Chapter Five
Layla walked beside Phin toward the pool hall, thinking about what he’d said. She couldn’t wrap her head around it. So what if he didn’t want to get married? There had to be more to it. She saw it in his eyes. After he’d stopped talking, she’d watched his countenance change. From trying to hide his wounds to putting on his game face. She wished for half the strength he had.
Phin was the kind of guy to grab life and run with it. He had no fear, whereas for her, there were times when she felt like she was caught in a hurricane of panic. To have complete control of everything . . . Maybe one day she’d feel that way.
They walked through the doors, and Layla looked around. She’d never stepped foot in a pool hall before. She’d known they existed, but she’d always imagined them to
