“What if someone shows him?”
“We’ll handle it if that happens. It ain’t a big deal.”
“You can’t be fucking serious?”
“Not livin’ in the past, Violet. We can’t just remove things now. Once they’re out, they’re out. Trust me, it won’t be as bad as you think.”
I made a frustrated sound. “God damn you, Travis.”
“You keep saying that,” he murmurs. “How about tryin’ something different.”
“I’m not in the mood, I’m really not.”
“Come to dinner with me.”
I pause. “Have you completely lost your mind?”
“No, I’m a man who is tryin’ real fuckin’ hard to fix what I broke. I get it, you’re mad at me and you have a right to be. But for the friendship we had, let me take you out.”
“Travis...”
“Please, Mischief,” His voice softens. “Just give me an hour. If you hate it, you walk and I’ll leave you alone, for good. I swear it.”
I close my eyes. He always had a way of wearing me down. “Okay.”
“I’ll get you around seven.”
“You know where I live?”
He snorts. “I know where you and your mom live, yeah. Not rocket science.”
“That’s creepy.”
His voice drops low. “See you later, Mischief.”
I hang up and exhale.
Why am I so weak when it comes to him? I text Reagan.
V - Travis just asked me to go to dinner.
R - Are you freaking serious? Girl, I hope you said yes. Oh my God!
V - I did, but only so he will leave me alone.
R - We both know you don’t want him to leave you alone.
V - I can’t handle him leaving again, I really can’t.
R - Fair call. I love you. Tell me when you’re getting ready and we can FaceTime.
V - On it.
I tuck my phone away and drop my head onto the desk.
This is probably a very bad idea.
The day crawls by, and when I finally get home it’s six o’clock on the dot. My heart skips as I tear through my closet. Why do I always wait until the last minute? I wrestle into my dress, tug at my hair, I check the clock: 6:52. My pulse is racing.