Diarmid was laying on a hammock in a bunch of blankets at noon staring at the sky through the pine trees and trying to get his mind together. Laying here in the winter wasn’t as pleasant at the summer but the cabin was feeling claustrophobic.
He was a joke. The punchline to a gag he hadn’t wanted any part of. The feeling of déjà vu he’d been feeling for days had intensified the entire evening in Vegas. From the way Corry had sat on Conor’s lap to Isabella stabbing the butter and the way the girls all laughed. As he’d stood there waiting for Lita to come back from the changing room, the four women who appeared to be guarding the door after the two blondes went into the room after Lita had, made him pause. Their postures and cynical laughing had made him freeze. Then one of them had said th
