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She had a couple white paper sacks in her hands along with a drink tray. Three cups. Travis immediately realized that Miles wasn’t the only one who seemed uncomfortable.
Travis smiled. “Bells. What are you doing here?”
“I thought … I mean, I …” She held up the takeout bags. “I brought lunch. I called a little while ago and—”
“You called?” He slanted an accusatory look at his brother. “Why didn’t you come get me?”
Miles shrugged and red flooded his cheeks.
“I’ll deal with you later,” Travis promised.
“No, don’t be upset at him. I only called to ask if you were around. He said yes.”
Travis nudged Miles, who took a bag from her along with the drinks. “Did you hear that, Miles? She doesn’t want me to be upset with you.”
“Shut up, Trav. I heard her.”
Bella looked from brother to brother. “I should go. This seems like it was a bad idea.” Uncertainty lurked in her eyes and Travis wanted to kick himself.
“No, Bells. It was a great idea. C’mon.” He urged her to precede him and they followed Miles into the office. “I’m starving. Someone,” he leaned close and whispered, “used up a lot of my energy last night.”
