Chapter Seventeen
“Don’t go far, Dax,” Elaine called. “Travis will be here any second to pick us up.” She grabbed a very full trash bag from the bin, tied it and hauled it out. She’d have just enough time to run it to the dumpster before Travis arrived promptly at four. He was never late.
The late July heat beat on her neck as she walked the distance to the dumpster. She simultaneously loved and dreaded every afternoon. She’d been surprised to discover she enjoyed the analytics of voter identification. Because of her work, Travis’s first piece of mail was about to be sent out to targeted residents across the county. It felt good, knowing she was making a difference. But it didn’t quite make up for the ache at the base of her throat that sprang up when she occasionally snuck a glance his
