Alex glanced at the clock about an hour later and frowned. Craig wasn’t that late, but generally he was a pretty punctual guy. Of course traffic being what it was in Southern California—hideous—it could be he was just caught in it. He was just getting impatient. Nothing to worry about.
Yet…his heart screamed something wasn’t right. No matter what his mind tried to rationalize. It wasn’t like he had some psychic connection with Craig.
Alex dialed Craig’s cell phone. A simple call would end his fears. It rang a few times and then went to voice mail.
A knock sounded on the door and relief flowed through him. He wrenched open the door. “Did you forget your key?”
Travis raised both brows. “I don’t have a key. You never gave me one, remember?”
Fuck. He did not need to see this asshole right
