CHAPTER FOURTEENMorgan
Morgan led Travis up the walkway to her house. It was late, and all the lights were out, which meant her uncle and aunt were in bed. The evening had been so nice, she didn’t want it to end.
“Are you sure I should come in? I mean, I want to, but—” Travis lagged behind her.
She found his nervous expression adorable.
“It’s fine. The kids are asleep. And my uncle and aunt typically lock themselves in their room as soon as the kids are down. It’s the only quiet time they get, so I don’t blame them.”
“So?” Travis shook his head looking clueless.
“So, first of all, they won’t know you’re here, and second, I’m an adult and it’s my house, too. Or so they are always telling me.”
Travis wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her backwards into his chest. His breath t
