Chapter 3
Travis pressed the button on the opener and drove his boring Honda sedan into the garage. He could afford a luxury car, but this one was serviceable. So why get a new car before he needed it? Truth was, he’d never been one of those guys into hot cars and hotter women.
He went through the inner door between the garage and his dark, empty house, and flipped on the nearest light. He could hear the patter of rain on his patio. Sometimes the loneliness got to him. Usually he was too busy at work to think about it too much.
But at times, like tonight, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for himself. He’d hoped Darrell felt a little mutual attraction for him, but it seemed pretty clear to Travis by the end of their night together that the handsome black man was not interested in hi
