Page 55 of Love Me Forever

Travis: Home yet?

Bonnie: Just got in. Why?

Travis: You’ll see.

My stomach somersaulted. Did he plan to drop by? Sweet lord, I was not ready for that. Maybe he just wanted to know when his mom should call me.

After I stepped out of the shower, I blow-dried my hair, frowning when I heard a doorbell in the distance. I shut off the hair dryer and dashed to the door, peering through the peephole to find some guy with a delivery cap. I opened it right away.

"Hi," I greeted tentatively.

"Hi, ma'am. I've got your order here."

"My order?" I asked.

"One fried calamari salad and this." He handed me a paper bag as well as a box containing what seemed to be sweets.

"Right, thank you. How much do I owe you?" I checked. Was the pregnancy fog setting in and I didn't remember I'd ordered it?

"Nothing, ma'am. Travis Maxwell took care of it."

I closed the door, grinning from ear to ear. He'd sent me dinner. That was why he wanted to know if I was home. I couldn't believe he'd sent me fried calamari. And what was the other thing?

I opened the box, and my heart sighed. I was looking at a cupcake, and not just any cupcake. The cream was yellowish, and I was betting it was pineapple. Even though I should probably eat dinner first, I couldn't help myself and took a bite of the sweet treat. It was delicious and was indeed pineapple cream.

I took out my phone, sitting down while I typed.

Bonnie: I just got dinner, and the cupcake. Where did you even find a pineapple cupcake?

Travis: It was a special custom-made order. I know the baker, and she likes me.

A bout of jealousy coursed through me.Holy shit. This doesn't bode well.I replied quickly.

Bonnie: Who is she?

Travis: My brother's fiancée, Liz.

I laughed at myself. God, I was silly. I couldn't be jealous. We were friends, and we were going to co-parent, and that was all. I had to get that into my head. Though after today, I was starting to think it would be even harder than I anticipated. But I didn’t want to think about any of that right now. I wanted to dig into my delicious dinner sent by this gorgeous, thoughtful man.

Bonnie: Thank you for the dinner.

Travis: I told you, I want to take care of you, Bonnie. This is just the beginning.

I was too busy swooning to think about anything else. I could worry another day about how easily Travis was getting past my defenses.

As soon as I finished dinner, I threw away the container. It was only seven o’clock in the evening, but I was already sleepy. I was glad I didn’t have another overnight shift. I wasn't going to get in bed now, though, or I'd wake up tomorrow morning at four o’clock. Instead, I was going to watch Netflix.

I sat down and made myself comfortable, browsing the offerings. I’d almost decided on rewatchingBridgertonfor the hundredth time when my phone beeped with an incoming call.

I didn't recognize the number, but I figured I should pick up. Maybe it was Travis's cousin or his mom. I pressed the green button before putting the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Lena, Travis’s mother. Am I speaking to Bonnie?"

"Yes." I put the remote away, sitting straight up on the couch. Nerves gripped me. "Hi."

"I hope it's okay that I'm calling."

"Yes, of course it is," I replied, my voice a bit high-pitched.

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