Spencer kept his left hand in his pocket to disguise the fact that he was shaking. He hoped Travis would just go quietly, because Spencer knew he would throw a punch, regardless of the sling or the risk of f*****g up his head again.
“What the hell was that?” Spencer demanded, once the door slammed behind them.
“What?” Travis didn’t stop walking, though he glanced back at Spence over his shoulder. “You’re better off without her. Don’t worry about your stuff. We’ll swing by tomorrow and pick it up before we leave.”
“I’m not leaving tonight.”
Travis stopped short. “She cannot be that good of a lay, you need to stick around one more night.”
“That’s not why I’m staying. And I am staying. I won’t be heading out with you tomorrow.”
“Don’t be stupid, Spence. You need to train.”
“I can train
