Page 35 of Travis

“Look, do we want to add to my problems here?” I’m exasperated.

“Okay, okay. Calm down. I’m just saying that it could be worse. I have a client who is selling her house because she and her husband separated, and it’s literally a war between them. At least Travis gave you the house and he’s being peaceful about it. Not a drop of resentment or animosity in that man’s body to speak of.”

“You’re not making this any easier on me.”

“Well, I’m just telling you that you ought to be thankful, that’s all. I’m not trying to rub it in your face or anything.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

She sighs. “Becky, I’ll never let you think that leaving him was a good idea, so you might as well stop trying. He’s a good man.”

I decide that I’ve had enough. I feel brave…or pissed off…what’s the difference? “So, are you saying that if I bring another man into this house that isn’t Travis, that you’re going to hate him and make him feel like he’s an intruder?”

Annoying me, Sara doesn’t even flinch. “Please. We’re more likely to get struck by lightning twice in the same day than you are of bringing another man into your life. You’ve only ever been with Travis.”

She’s really getting under my skin. I try to rattle her feathers. “Greg is pretty hot.”

Her face scrunches. “He’s your assistant. You’d never shit where you eat, so give it up, Becky. I know you too well.”

I rise in a huff. “Fine. I’ve gotta go.”

“Aw, come on. Don’t leave me here with a house full of men and a deck of cards.”

“Look, I’m not in the mood anymore. I need to go home and take a bath. Relax before bed.” I say. I am feeling tired. The extra drama today has gotten to me. Normally, I’m fuelled by the rat race, but since taking on Liam and Hanna’s wedding, it’s a different story.

“You want me to come and hang out for a while? Give you a pedicure or something?” That sounds heavenly. Travis used to rub my feet after I soaked them before a pedicure, and I miss that, but Sara has pissed me off and I’m not willing to let her in tonight.

“No, I just want to head home. Hey, where’s Macey?”

“At mama and daddy’s tonight. They took her to a movie.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later.”

“Sure?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Okay. I’ll let you know what happens with that bitch Cher.”

Another nod. “Thanks.”

She rises to see me out the door. She looks my face over. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

“You look it. Go home and get some sleep. You worry too much.”

I go for coy. “Yeah, and I have a meddling sister to prove it.”

Greg shows up at my place with his briefcase, two coffees, and a smile. He looks ready to work, and not at all forlorn, like he did yesterday. “Wow, what a difference a day makes.” I comment.

“Yeah. I decided, well, fuck it.” He nods, frowning. “It is what it is.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Because she either doesn’t remember you or she thinks you don’t remember her.”

He sets his briefcase down on my kitchen table, and hands me a coffee, that I decline. I’ve already got some tea on the counter. “Thanks, anyway.”

“What happened with Hanna?”

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