Page 82 of Love and Memories

Beau huffed. “I don’t spend my time worrying about them.”

Gage walked up still chewing on the last of his dinner. “I had to get out of there.”

“This is a no drama zone,” Beau said.

Gage grabbed an impact wrench and started on the opposite front tire. “Good. Does the Travis and Bella will-they won’t-they count as drama?”

“Yes,” Beau said.

Gage shrugged and started zipping out lug nuts. He was Travis’s roommate, so he knew about Bella’s recent memories and why he’d been staying at Anna’s so much.

No one had brought up the question Travis had been pushing to the side all week. Now that they knew some guy wasn’t out there waiting for his girlfriend and unborn child to come home, did Travis and Bella have a chance to be together?

Every feeling since the moment he met Bella had been tempered by the unknown. He’d had plenty of reasons to push away feelings for her and tell himself it wasn’t possible.

Now, the main obstacle standing between them was gone, and Travis still had to hold back like a dog on a leash.

Did Bella even want a relationship? She still had plenty of other things going on that were more important. Did she even feel the same way about him?

“Hadley is dying to know what you’re going to do,” Gage said.

Beau groaned. “I thought we said we weren’t talking about it.”

“No, you said we weren’t talking about it. Hadley is going to want the details now that she knows Travis was here all day.”

“Does she think we just sit around and chitchat all the time?” Beau asked.

“No, but she knows we talk,” Gage said as he pulled off the tire.

Beau lowered the four-way wrench he’d been using. “Do you tell her everything we say?”

“We never talk about anything interesting to her, but sometimes she wants to know certain things, like why you’re so grumpy all the time.”

“I’m not grumpy,” Beau said.

Travis huffed. “You can say it all you want, but it doesn’t make it true.”

“Whatever.” Beau shook his head and went back to work.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Gage asked.

Travis slid the first tire into place and gathered the lug nuts. “I don’t know. I haven’t brought it up yet. She’s got a lot going on.”

Gage lowered the impact wrench and glanced at the doorway leading to the break room. “If you want my advice, I say go for it.”

“Nobody asked you,” Beau said without looking up.

Gage kept his attention on Travis. “I’m not a romantic or anything, but I’d kick myself every day if I would have let Hadley get away.” He cleared his throat and squatted back beside the tire. “That’s all I have to say about it.”

“Are we done now?” Beau asked.

Travis turned to Beau. “What’s your take on it?”

Beau glared up at Travis. “You’re seriously asking me for relationship advice? I don’t think I’ve ever had a girlfriend. Ever.”

“That’s because you look like you want to rip somebody’s head off all the time,” Gage said.

Beau stood and pointed the wrench at Gage. “Why does anyone care what I look like?”

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