CHAPTER THIRTEENTravis
They had come close to being caught making out on Morris’s couch—talk about awkward. It was a cliché babysitting scenario: the teenage babysitter and her boyfriend, making out on the couch after she’d put the kids to bed. However, Morgan wasn’t a teenager, and he wasn’t exactly her boyfriend… was he? The thought of being her boyfriend gave him a good feeling. He had to admit, being with her felt so right, that he could easily imagine them being together. But there was the uncomfortable fact that he might only be here in Pittsburgh temporarily.
“We’re really going to try this again?” Morgan giggled, as Travis once again led her down the hallway to his hotel room. “I mean, I like Ben and all, but that was so embarrassing.”
“Ben is not here this time. He is out on a
