“Will you come inside?” Travis asks when we pull into the driveway.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea? Drew is on the prowl.”
“Fine. Let’s go somewhere else then.”
I’m confused, which seems to be happening a lot lately. “Uh, like where do you suggest?”
“Your dorm?”
I make a face. “Not quite. There would be three girls with cups on the door trying to listen.”
“Alrighty. I have an idea.” Travis picks up his phone and begins texting someone. His phone buzzes a lot, and at the end, he’s grinning.
“What have you done?” I question, warily.
“Let me drive. My surprise.”
“Are you sure you can handle Tatum?” I open the door and step out. He slaps my butt hard before he climbs inside.
“Handle Tatum? I will destroy him.”
Travis reverses out of the driveway, causing the wheels to squea
