CHAPTER SEVENTravis
As soon as practice was over, Travis showered quickly and changed. He grabbed his hockey bag and ran his hand through his still-damp hair. All he was concerned about was meeting up with Morgan for lunch. As he hurried through the busy lobby to the receptionist desk, his heart raced.
“Hey.” He grinned at Morgan as he leaned on the desk, attempting to catch his breath. “Ready?”
“I am,” Morgan answered. But her eyes weren’t shining like usual, not even a glimmer of a smile. Something was off.
“Are you okay?” he asked cautiously.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be done in a second,” Morgan said with a shrug. She finally flashed him a small smile, after getting a look from the other girl at the desk.
“Okay, great. Um, I’ll pull my truck up to the sidewalk,” Travis said, then hurried
