CHAPTER THIRTY
Travis
Travis rang the doorbell of the Morris household. His heart thudded against his chest, and he was sweating through his shirt. Showing up here was a bold move, considering the welcome he was likely to face from Sam.
He needed to tell Morgan how he felt, and no text or voice message could do that properly. Plus, he needed to confront Morris. He wasn’t going anywhere, and Morris needed to know that. Laying out his goals was the respectful thing to do.
The door opened and Trina smiled awkwardly. “Travis? Hello.” She looked back into the house, then stepped aside and added, “Come on in.”
Morgan’s car was in the driveway, so he knew she was there.
“Do you want me to get Morgan for you?” Trina asked.
“Actually, I’d like to talk to Morr—I mean Sam, first.” Travis lo
