“Hey,” I say, lifting a hand in an awkward fan wave. “I’m beat. I’m going to shower and head to bed.”
His smile is as big as I’ve ever seen it. “No, join us. I got more of the white chocolate chips. The good brand.”
My demise will likely come in the form of white chocolate. Impossible to resist.
I can’t even begin to explain how badly I don’t want to meet his date, but since I agreed to having her here, I drop my bag on the stairs and step down on the landing. I’ll say a quick hello, grab the chocolate, and I’m out of there.
I step into the living room with only those goals in mind, but when a dark-haired little boy with a crooked smile looks over at me, I’m completely thrown.
I look to Travis for an explanation. Did he kidnap a child? Wait. Does he have a child I don’t know about?
“This is my buddy, Aidan,” Travis says. “We’re having a guys’ night.”
My lips curve and my body warms with some unnamed emotion that feels a lot like relief.
“Hey, Aidan. I’m Hannah.”
“I know,” he says, pausing the game and offering me a small smile. “Travis talks about youa lot.”
I let out a laugh.
“Bro!” Travis says with fake incredulity.
“Well, you do.” Aidan turns his attention back to the game and resumes playing.
With a shake of his head, Travis heads toward the kitchen and I follow. Two trays of pizza rolls set on top of the stove and on the counter, there are various flavors of Gatorade, and at least four different kinds of chips. Travis bypasses all of it and opens a cabinet above the fridge. He reaches up and pulls a new bag of white chocolate chips down before tossing them to me.
“You’ve been holding out on me?” I glance toward the high cabinet. I wonder what else is up there. I’d need a ladder to find out.
“Maybe.” He smirks at me. “How was your day?”
“Good?” The word comes out like a question. My mind is reeling still.
He lifts his brows.
“Sorry. You caught me off guard. When you asked if you could have someone over, I thought you meant…”
His expression is blank while he waits for me to finish my sentence. Except I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.
“You know…a woman.”
He barks out a laugh and then stops abruptly, studying me. “Seriously?”
I shrug. “Yeah. Kind of. Your text was vague, and I couldn’t figure out why you were asking permission to bring someone to your own house.”
“We said we wouldn’t see other people.” His jaw tightens. “Wait, areyouseeing other guys?”
“No, of course not.” When would I possibly find the time in the chaos that is my life? “And I know what we said but I wasn’t sure if seeing other people was the same as…”
“Fucking other people?” Amusement dances across his features.
“Shhh!” I glance toward the living room.
“He can’t hear me,” Travis says without looking. He crosses both arms over his chest and leans back against the counter. His gaze narrows on me and he studies me in a way that feels a little too perceptive. “You were jealous.”
“What? No.” The end of my ponytail swishes around my shoulders with the adamant shake of my head.
His lips twist and slowly pull wider until he’s beaming at me. “You were. You thought I was getting naked and wild with some other woman, and you were jealous.”
