Chapter Eleven
“Travis?” I said, clutching my phone to my ear as an enormous fire truck hurtled past the cab I was riding in.
“Marie, Jesus, what’s up? Are you all right?”
I could hear concern in his voice. Felt bad for worrying him. The sound of the siren had been unfortunate. “I’m fine, on my way home. In a taxi.”
“Oh.” He paused. “Alone?”
“Yes.”
Another silence.
“Peter stayed on at the theater to go to an after-show party.”
“What, and he didn’t take you?”
“It’s fine. I didn’t want to go. He bumped into his cousin. They hadn’t caught up for over a year and it seemed he had a small part in the film we’d just seen. They were thrilled to run into each other and I didn’t want to get in the way.”
“And he didn’t want you on his arm?” Travis spoke in a low, irritated voice. “He just l
