Chapter Fourteen
The shocked look on Weston’s face was priceless. “Am I interrupting something?”
Hell yes, Travis wanted to shout, irritated by more than the unlocked door. Why did Elaine have to fight him at every turn? He was just trying to help. And then her face had gone all soft. Her lips had parted and her tongue had darted out to wet the bottom one, and he’d been transfixed by her pulse rapidly fluttering at the base of her throat.
But interrupting them wasn’t what had put the look of surprise on Weston’s face, and they both knew it. It was a one-time deal, leaving the door open and unlocked. But he’d seen the panic ripple through Elaine’s body when he’d bolted the door, and as uncomfortable as he felt with an open door, he wouldn’t do that to her. He could suck it up for a few h
