Chapter 63 Tristan
- We pull the latches on the sides of our doors and step out.
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- The smell of freshly cut grass lingers in the air as I stand back and watch Smitty try to teach Layla to swing her club correctly. His bald head glints in the sunlight as he tries to touch Layla, who expertly avoids his hands without her smile dropping. She looks like she’s used to dealing with men like him.