CHAPTER TEN
TRAVIS
Drew comes home, changes into his uniform, and is out the door in all of ten minutes. The dude is like f*****g Batman. One minute, he’s in regular clothes, and the next, he has a gun strapped to his side, ready to fight crime.
Just like clockwork, Viola texts me.
Viola: You know what I could go for right about now?
Travis: A piece of King cake?
Viola: Ha! Some coffee. Want to join me?
Travis: Did you really have to ask?
I’m smiling, which seems to happen a lot when I’m thinking about, talking to, or around her.
Viola: I’ll be there in 5.
On time, Viola pulls into the driveway but doesn’t get out. Instead, she honks. I can’t help but laugh at the pathetic horn on the Prius. It’s like a cartoon car with a cute little meep-meep sound.
“You need a Mustang or somet
