Walking quickly down the hall, he tried to remember how long it had been since he’d talked to her. Hopefully she’d wait five minutes—if he’d only talked to Cannon for five minutes. It might have gone longer.
All that really mattered was that she hadn’t spent enough time waiting for him to get bored and leave.
He passed through the suites, and into the arena’s halls. It wasn’t like it had been the day before. The arena’s halls were crowded with people talking, some of them carrying food and drink.
Larry considered grabbing a beer, but didn’t. The lines were too long. Continue reading Enter the Larry: Part 12