The staff’s quarters are set back in the woods, away from the main building and hidden from the tourists’ cabins by a dense copse of trees. As he leads the way to his place, Travis holds my hand. “Karl shouldn’t be in,” he says, holding his cabin door open for me. “He’s never here.”
I glance around. “Who’s Karl?”
“My roommate.”
Inside the cabin is small, like my parents’, but the place looks trashed. Magazines and clothes lay strewn around the living room, and there are beer bottles and pizza boxes and paper plates everywhere. Closing the door, Travis wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses the back of my neck. “You’ve probably seen him. He does the after dinner show.”
I laugh at the way his breath tickles below my hairline. “The Moon River kid?”
“That’s him.” Releasing
