TWELVE
Lyla had been weird all day.
Trick couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her, but she wouldn’t look at him. They’d had to do a bunch of bullshit team-building stuff in the hotel today and he hated every second of it. Mostly because the cameras were there, getting in everyone’s faces, asking questions, and urging him to get as close to Kira as possible.
Exactly what Paul was lecturing him about now.
Sitting on the couch in the lounge area of the suite he was sharing with Lyla, Trick couldn’t stop thinking about his wife in the bedroom, alone. He was surrounded by the crew, focused on the director pacing back and forth on the other side of the coffee table in front of the opposite couch.
“So as soon as you can sneak off, do it,” Paul said. “Kira knows this is why she’s here, so
