Christine was scared that Travis had changed his mind when, after thirty minutes, he still hadn't showed up at her house. She didn't want to examine too closely why that bothered her or why it scared her, but it did. She got up, pacing the living room until she heard the muted roar of a bike. She would know that sound anywhere, it had become one of her favorites. Running over to the front door, she opened it when she heard him on the front porch.
"Sorry it took me so long," he told her as he made his way into the house. "I got stopped on my way out."
"At this hour?" she asked, disbelief showing on her face.
Travis shrugged. "We kinda keep our own hours at the clubhouse. Just so happened someone was drinking out of the orange juice carton. Drives me f*****g nuts. There's glasses there fo
