Chapter Twenty-One
Travis
Travis stared at the phone on his desk, waiting for the receptionist to beep in and tell him Dayton was on the line again. But the phone remained quiet long enough to assume there would be no additional call. Not now, anyway. He sighed and shook his head, dreading how the rest of the day would unfold. It was only four o’clock, and he had another complication to deal with.
He drove home slowly, taking the time to envision the remainder of the evening. Dinner? Talking? s*x? Would there be tension? Blame? Fighting? He pictured the five dogs, probably mad with excitement over having someone in the house with them during the day. As he pulled into the driveway, Elise let the dogs out. They came running out as one creature, packed so closely together they hardly made
