Travis’ car was in the drive when Dom got back from work and he swore under his breath. If Travis had gotten the job he was supposed to be moving out, and if he hadn’t…well, it would be smart to stay away. Dom could already hear a show streaming when he unlocked the door and entered.
“How’d it go?” he asked when he entered the living room and saw Travis on the couch, beer already in hand. He had long since gone through the twelve cheap cans he’d bought and was into Kiko’s bottles again. And of course Kiko kept bringing more home in hopes he and Dom could have them.
“She said no,” said Travis, taking a swig from his bottle. “She’s just a gas station cashier—I’m a catch.”
“Your interview,” said Dom, expecting the worst.
Travis shrugged. “All right.”
Dom moved over and fell into the couc
