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Chapter Three

Violet

When Pam ran from the room, Travis cursed up a storm and started pacing, only to stop behind his desk again. “I am truly sorry for this, Zara.” His eyes slid to me. “When will I hear from Talon?”

“Not sure. He doesn’t know yet.”

Zara scoffed and asked, “How’d you pull that off?”

“I told the guys I’d be able to get you back before he found out.” I didn’t mention I begged for the trust and time to do it without Talon knowing. “It was just lucky I saw those idiots leaving with you over one’s shoulder. I followed and rang Griz on the way. He freaked. I told him I’d have you back soon, so we better get going.” Why I explained so much, I didn’t know. It could’ve had something to do with the fact I could feel Travis’s gaze on me.

“Wow, you’re like a super-agent.” Zara grinned.

“Yes.” I glanced to Travis to see him smile appreciatively while his burning gaze ran over my body. I was grateful when he looked back to Zara. “Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you. Again, I am sorry for the way my men treated you, and for this… terrible misunderstanding. I’m sure I’ll be hearing from Talon soon.”

Zara’s smile warmed. Fucking hell, she was starting to trust Travis, and that could lead to her liking him, wanting him in her circle of friends. That wasn’t good when I’d be trying to get away from him. “Don’t worry too much; it wasn’t so bad, and I’ll let Talon know that. I’m just thankful you know what a… nasty person your girlfriend is now.”

Wait… that was his girlfriend? That big-breasted blonde slut? I clenched my jaw from laughing or yelling at him—I hadn’t made up my mind.

Zara went on, oblivious to my brain overloading, “No one needs that around their child.”

There it was again, a reminder Travis had a child. It was obvious Pam wasn’t the mother, so who was?

Hang on, I didn’t care.

I had to remember that.

“That’s true.” Travis nodded. “You sound like you speak from experience.”

She did. Zara had her little girl, and she didn’t want Maya around her ex, Maya’s real father.

“I have a six-year-old daughter.” She smiled proudly. “It was just lucky I got away from my nasty before it could touch her.”

Jesus, they were bonding. I had to put a stop to it.

“Zara, we better go,” I told her without looking at Travis.

“Maybe one day, when we have more time, you could explain further on that topic,” Travis offered.

Zara cocked her head to the side; there she went accepting him. Fuck it.

She smiled and replied, “You know what, maybe one day I will. And I’m sure Violet would love to come along as well.”

Like hell I would.

My eyes narrowed at Travis’s smirk. “That would be wonderful. Coffee with two beautiful women.”

Gag. He could shove his buttery words up his arse. I bit my tongue to keep my words at bay. I wouldn’t cause a scene. I just had to make it out of there and forget him.

“Alrighty,” Zara said, standing. “I’ll be in touch. It was nice to meet you, Travis, and I’m glad it was you who kidnapped me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her words. She was crazy, in a fun way. Travis spewed more flowery words Zara’s way before we left, words I blocked out as I stood at the door waiting for this puke fest to be over so I could get on with my life without seeing Travis again. In the end, I took her arm and pulled her from the room as the last goodbyes were had.

Zara gave me a look on the way out, probably wondering why I ignored Travis’s goodbye. Only I didn’t want to talk about it. About him.

Thankfully, she left it alone and focused on the car I’d stolen. “Whose is this?”

We both climbed in before I answered with, “Not sure. I had to find something quick to follow. But at least I’ll be dropping it back, and hopefully, whoever this baby belongs to, they will be none the wiser.”

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