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Humiliation burned through her. She had completely believed in him last night. She'd trusted him, and she never trusted anyone...and he was Travis Turner? She'd offered him a job for the week, making tips only. No wonder he'd said he couldn't help her out. Dear God, what a fool she'd been. How had she not seen through that? What if she'd slept with him, and become one of his conquests? As it was, she'd let him suck on her breasts and give her an orgasm.Her first one in almost nine years, and it had been just a game to him? He'd been hiding out at a café, messing with a waitress too stupid to realize who he was.
She felt so idiotic. So unbelievably stupid.
"Mom!" Bridgette tugged at her hand. "Are we going to the concert or not?"
"No." She turned and started shoving her way through the crowd, trying not to listen to his singing, his beautiful, amazing voice that seemed to breathe light and warmth right through her. "Let's go watch calf roping. It's our tradition."
Bridgette grinned at her. "Ice cream first?"
"Ice cream first." It was all Lissa could do to manage a smile for her daughter, when her head was pounding and her chest was so tight she couldn't breathe.
But she did it.
She had one hour with her daughter today, and she wasn't going to let Travis Turner ruin it.
* * *
I t was the same . The same everywhere. The same fucking crap.
Travis finished his song for the children's concert, but there were no kids there for him to help or inspire. He'd done the show to reach the kids who spent the night hiding in the garage in hopes that their drunken bastard fathers wouldn't find them. Instead, it had been just more screaming fans, waving autographs, shoving against each other as they all tried to get closer.
He managed some sort of farewell, and then got off the stage. He got behind the curtain and then sat down, his head between his knees, fighting to breathe.
"Travis? What's going on?"
Travis sat up quickly at the sound of his brother's voice. Chase was walking toward him, holding a tiny baby in his arms. He was shocked by the sight of his brother. He looked like a dad, holding that kid like he knew what he was doing. Mira was walking beside him, her brow furrowed as she looked at Travis. He stood up, pulling his shoulders back as they neared him. "I didn't know you were coming to this," he said.
"You look like hell." Chase eyed him. "How much weight have you lost? Twenty pounds? More?"
Travis shrugged. "I don't keep track. What's up?"
"What's going on with you?" Chase asked. "It's not good."
"It's fine." Travis nodded at the sleeping baby, trying to change the subject. "How's the kid?"
Chase's face softened, and somehow, all the lines on his face vanished. He looked young, happy, and in love...nothing like the brother Travis knew. "He's amazing. You want to hold him?"
Travis shook his head and backed up a step. "No way. I might drop him."
"You won't drop him," Mira said gently. "Take him. Let him meet his Uncle Travis." She was beaming at him, relaxed and happy, so different from when he'd first met her.
The day he'd met Mira, her eyes had been shadowed, and her entire demeanor had been one of someone fighting desperately not to drown in her life. But now, she was so different. Whole. That was the best word he could think of. "You look great, Mira," he said softly. He didn't mean anything superficial. He meant more than that. Way more.
Her smile softened. "Thanks to you and your brothers standing up for me. I'll owe you for life."
"Nah. Just keep on making my brother happy." When he said it, he realized it was true. Chase had found true happiness. He hadn't thought it possible for a Stockton to get to the place Chase was, but he was clearly wrong. He looked at his brother. "I'm damned happy for you, bro." He really was pleased for Chase, but at the same time, it put a divide between them. Travis had nothing in common with Chase, the family man.
He knew suddenly that this was his last trip
Humiliation burned through her. She had completely believed in him last night. She'd trusted him, and she never trusted anyone...and he was Travis Turner? She'd offered him a job for the week, making tips only. No wonder he'd said he couldn't help her out. Dear God, what a fool she'd been. How had she not seen through that? What if she'd slept with him, and become one of his conquests? As it was, she'd let him suck on her breasts and give her an orgasm.Her first one in almost nine years, and it had been just a game to him? He'd been hiding out at a café, messing with a waitress too stupid to realize who he was.
She felt so idiotic. So unbelievably stupid.
"Mom!" Bridgette tugged at her hand. "Are we going to the concert or not?"
"No." She turned and started shoving her way through the crowd, trying not to listen to his singing, his beautiful, amazing voice that seemed to breathe light and warmth right through her. "Let's go watch calf roping. It's our tradition."
Bridgette grinned at her. "Ice cream first?"
"Ice cream first." It was all Lissa could do to manage a smile for her daughter, when her head was pounding and her chest was so tight she couldn't breathe.
But she did it.
She had one hour with her daughter today, and she wasn't going to let Travis Turner ruin it.
* * *
I t was the same . The same everywhere. The same fucking crap.
Travis finished his song for the children's concert, but there were no kids there for him to help or inspire. He'd done the show to reach the kids who spent the night hiding in the garage in hopes that their drunken bastard fathers wouldn't find them. Instead, it had been just more screaming fans, waving autographs, shoving against each other as they all tried to get closer.
He managed some sort of farewell, and then got off the stage. He got behind the curtain and then sat down, his head between his knees, fighting to breathe.
"Travis? What's going on?"
Travis sat up quickly at the sound of his brother's voice. Chase was walking toward him, holding a tiny baby in his arms. He was shocked by the sight of his brother. He looked like a dad, holding that kid like he knew what he was doing. Mira was walking beside him, her brow furrowed as she looked at Travis. He stood up, pulling his shoulders back as they neared him. "I didn't know you were coming to this," he said.
"You look like hell." Chase eyed him. "How much weight have you lost? Twenty pounds? More?"
Travis shrugged. "I don't keep track. What's up?"
"What's going on with you?" Chase asked. "It's not good."
"It's fine." Travis nodded at the sleeping baby, trying to change the subject. "How's the kid?"
Chase's face softened, and somehow, all the lines on his face vanished. He looked young, happy, and in love...nothing like the brother Travis knew. "He's amazing. You want to hold him?"
Travis shook his head and backed up a step. "No way. I might drop him."
"You won't drop him," Mira said gently. "Take him. Let him meet his Uncle Travis." She was beaming at him, relaxed and happy, so different from when he'd first met her.
The day he'd met Mira, her eyes had been shadowed, and her entire demeanor had been one of someone fighting desperately not to drown in her life. But now, she was so different. Whole. That was the best word he could think of. "You look great, Mira," he said softly. He didn't mean anything superficial. He meant more than that. Way more.
Her smile softened. "Thanks to you and your brothers standing up for me. I'll owe you for life."
"Nah. Just keep on making my brother happy." When he said it, he realized it was true. Chase had found true happiness. He hadn't thought it possible for a Stockton to get to the place Chase was, but he was clearly wrong. He looked at his brother. "I'm damned happy for you, bro." He really was pleased for Chase, but at the same time, it put a divide between them. Travis had nothing in common with Chase, the family man.
He knew suddenly that this was his last trip
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