Chapter 67 Tristan

• She’s just come out of one of the rooms, dressed in a denim jacket and jeans. Jacob follows behind her, dressed similarly. They have their hats in their hands, and I conclude they’ve just finished riding horses.
• “School.” I shrug and take a seat on a couch. “It’s a school day.”
• Jacob’s eyes fly to Layla, standing uncomfortably by the couch. He frowns, then heads to the bar to pour himself a drink. I avoid staring at him.