CHAPTER SEVENTEENTravis
Travis held her tight, not really knowing the right words to say to make her feel better. Yes, perhaps Morris had a point, but he was also out of line making Morgan upset, and Travis was in no mood to defend him. He hated seeing Morgan hurting.
Morgan had fallen asleep while he held her; she obviously needed the rest. He laid her on his bed and gently covered her up, letting her sleep. He stayed on the bed beside her and watched television, not wanting her to feel alone if she woke up and he was across the room.
She stirred, mumbled something incoherent, and eventually opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself. How was your nap?” He grinned at her. Even with sleepy eyes and bed head, she was gorgeous.
“Um…” She yawned as she sat up. “Good. But I’m
