SEVEN
Lyla had locked the bedroom door, but he hadn’t come knocking on it. She left him sleeping on the couch when she went to breakfast because she didn’t even know what time he’d gotten back to the room.
For all she knew, he’d gone on another drinking binge. A guy like him could find friends, or rather drinking buddies, and a warm bed, in any state or country.
She’d gone for a wander around the resort and perused the gift shop before the walking tour group met in the lobby. Trick had shown up, just seconds before they were going out the door. His arrival delayed their departure another twenty minutes, as he signed autographs and told stories.
Yeah, the guy could turn it on for his fans, no doubt about that.
The tour included a picnic lunch, during which Trick was surrounded by peopl
