CHAPTER EIGHTEENMorgan
Morgan rolled over, wincing as the sunlight hit her eyes. She buried her face under the covers. Slowly waking up, she realized Travis was not lying beside her. She reached over and found that his side of the bed was cold, but then she heard his voice. He was on the other side of the room, talking on the phone.
“Are you kidding me?” he said, arguing with someone on the other end of the phone. “I know it happens, but the timing… I’m telling you, it’s suspect.”
Morgan pushed up onto her elbows, trying to figure out what was going on.
Travis nodded to her with a half-smile. It was forced, not his usual cocky, flirty grin. He turned away from her and went back to his call.
“I’m telling you Bert, this has nothing to do with the game… Fine. I’ll pack. What choice do I
