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His girl wasn’t doing well.
Travis stared down at her as she slept. It was late Monday night and he couldn’t sleep. She’d been having nightmares each night and her stress levels were through the roof.
He quietly pulled open the bedside drawer that he’d cleared out for her stuff. She had stayed every night at his place for the past week. He wasn’t letting her leave his sight.
Just as he suspected, the drawer was filled with food. She’d also stuffed food in the closet. And the pantry was overflowing.
Fuck.
He had to talk to her about getting hold of her therapist. He needed to know how to help her.
Closing the drawer again, he walked into the living room of his apartment and grabbed his laptop. He wasn’t sure what he could do, but doing nothing was wearing on him.
He was a man of action.
They hadn’t heard from Waterford or McCallum again. And he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. He hated theway they’d drilled Caren, questioning her like she was the guilty party.
Assholes.
“Travis?”
Glancing up, he saw her standing several feet away, she rubbed at her eyes. “What’s wrong? Can’t you sleep?”
“No, baby. Just thought I’d get some stuff done. Sorry I woke you.”
“It’s all right, probably my fault that you can’t sleep.”
He scowled and pointed at her. “Stop that. Not everything is your fault. Come here.” He set his laptop aside and drew her into his lap. “I’m all good. And so are you. Nothing is going to happen. But have you tried to contact your therapist?”
She tensed, then sighed. “You saw the food, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, baby. And I don’t give a shit about whether you have to hoard food to feel better. I do care about whether you are all right.”
“I’ve got an online meeting with her on Friday night,” she told him. “She’s staying late to fit me in.”
“Good, baby. And if it’s all right, I’d like to talk to her about ways to help you.”
She buried her face into the crook of his neck. “You’re the best man I know, Travis Andrews.”
“I’m trying to be the best for you.”
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“What is this?” Travis asked, glancing over at Caren from where he sat behind his desk in his office.
She’d come into work with him today and yesterday. It made both of them feel better for her to be close by.
“What?” she asked, looking up from her phone.
She had another message from Oliver. He was starting to get grumpy with her over her refusal to go to Kazbrekistan. At this point, she thought they were going to have to part ways.
She gulped as she saw the images on the screen. They were her photos of the protest. Well, some of them.
Oh heck.
She hadn’t been able to edit them straight away so she hadn’t been sure that anyone would want to purchase them. But they’d been snapped up almost immediately.
