Tongue-Tied
Brooke! Travis yelled into what was obviously an empty house. He'd been calling her for five minutes to no avail. Dashing up the stairs to the second floor, he went from room to room to room, thinking there might be an outside chance that she was there. Damn it! he exclaimed aloud when he saw the bed with the sheets and blankets strewn everywhere. He remembered how neat and tidy it looked that morning. Detecting the scent of his wife's perfume, he knew she hadn't been gone long. Shaking his head he left the house, knowing exactly what he had to do, but he wasn't happy about it.Two days later . . . Interesting that you managed this meal, Travis said, putting his used napkin next to his plate and pushing away from the table. An arrogant and barely civil express
