CHAPTER TWELVE
TRAVIS
Drew strides back into the dining room just as I’m setting the table. I can tell something’s bothering him by the way his features tighten up and how he brushes his hand through his hair. I know he’s been talking about Mia a lot lately, but he hasn’t really said much about her since the last time he told me they spoke.
“What’s going on?” Drew asks, nodding his head toward the table.
“I have some food in the oven. You want some?”
“You made dinner?” He arches a brow in disbelief.
“Yeah, Viola said she was hungry, so I put something together.”
He pulls a chair out and sits down. “Since when can you cook?”
“Since now,” I fire back. “You going to eat or drill me all night?”
“Sorry, man. Mia is driving me nuts.”
“I thought you two were going to talk or something?”
