CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVETravis
Travis walked to his car in the parking lot, the sounds of the club fading into the distance. He unlocked the driver’s door, and sat for a moment. The peace and quiet reminded him of Morgan, and he missed her. Maybe she’d left him a message by now.
He searched his pockets—no phone. Dammit. He must’ve left his phone in the club. Now that he thought about it, he’d been checking for messages from Morgan all night, and he must’ve put it down. He hadn’t had much to drink, but those girls hanging off him had messed with his mind, and in his haste to leave, he must’ve forgotten to pick it up.
With a sigh, he got out of the car and pressed the fob to lock it again. He trudged back toward the club, hoping that his phone was still there.
The club was even more packed an
