Christine wrapped her arms tightly around Travis' waist as they traveled back down Highway 526. It was getting easier for her to be near him, for her to trust him, the more often he came around. He was her savior. It was as pure and simple as that. During those dark days when they had first met, she wasn't sure they would ever be at this place in their relationship, but they were. Hell, she hadn't been sure there would even be a place for him in her life, but he had gently never taken no for an answer.
“You've got to let me help you," he begged. “I can't stand the thought of you taking your clothes off for these men every night. Your brother is one of my best friends; I can't let you keep doing this."
She wanted to believe that there were good people in the world, that not everyone wante
