CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURTravis
Travis scrubbed his kitchen floor. This place was definitely a bachelor pad, and it was gross. With Morgan moving out here, he didn’t want her to see his place such a mess. Once the kitchen sparkled, it was time to move to the living room. He dusted, vacuumed, and threw away old magazines.
His stomach growled. That made him think of pizza. He would plan to have Morgan over for dinner once she got moved in, and he’d order the best pepperoni pizza in the area.
Just then his phone rang. It was Morgan.
“Hey, handsome, what are you up to?”
Travis sat down on the couch, worrying that resting might derail the rest of his cleaning. “Just cleaning up the apartment.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, I’m cleaning my place.”
“Sorry, I’ve never heard a guy say that word before,” she
