Travis Read Online Mia Sheridan

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“Haven. God.” He pulled away slightly and I sagged against him, feeling breathless and needy, both out of my body and deeply aware of every part of myself, most especially the parts that were tingling and throbbing and begging for relief.

I’d never been kissed like that.

“We shouldn’t…” he said, his voice hoarse, desperate. He stepped back farther, glancing around. I met his eyes. My God, I’d forgotten where I was. I’d forgotten who I was.

And my God, what a relief that had been.

I blinked. We shouldn’t. Those words were a bucket of water on the flames still licking at my bones. “No, I know. Of course. That was… Sorry.” I took a trembling breath, wiping the wetness from my mouth and smoothing my hands over my dress. No, of course we shouldn’t. I’d just been…angry and… Why had I kissed Travis?

He gave a short, pained laugh. “I meant, we shouldn’t here,” he said, his muscles held tight, his expression searching and slightly drugged. Had the kiss affected him too? He’d certainly participated.

Here. The Buchanan mansion. I closed my eyes momentarily, taking a few beats to get hold of myself. I glanced upward to where one of the balcony windows had a view of the place where we stood. When I looked back at Travis, he had a small frown on his face.

“No,” I agreed. “No. We shouldn’t anywhere.” He had a broken heart, and I’d just practically attacked him. Plus, I was interested in someone else. And the someone else’s family owned the house we were currently standing in.

Travis opened his mouth, then closed it, nodded.

I took a deep breath. “I think I need champagne.”

“I could use some too.”

***

We arrived back at our B and B an hour later, both of us slightly stiff and awkward. We’d mingled for a little while, each having a glass of champagne. Travis had bid on a couple of items for the charity, and then we’d agreed to call it a night.

Gage had been gracious and kind when we’d sought him out to say goodbye, his eyes twinkling when he smiled at me with some form of affection. “I look forward to seeing you at the club, Haven.”

I’d smiled brightly at him, hope soaring that I hadn’t humiliated myself to the level I’d thought. Maybe he even thought I was…quirky in an attractive way. One could only hope. And another one of my mottos—one I wouldn’t share with Gage because I’d already done enough damage for one night—was that hope springs eternal.

I’d turned and caught Travis looking at us, that same glum expression on his face that had been there when I’d found him on the patio, and I’d wondered if it could be interpreted as jealousy.

And a different hope soared, one I was too tired and confused to look at in that moment.

We stood awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs. Neither of us smiled.

I wanted to ask him if he regretted kissing me. I wondered if he’d compared it to kissing his girlfriend, the one who’d broken his heart, the one the gossips thought he’d cheated on when it was actually the other way around. I wondered if kissing me had made him long for her. Sometimes kissing someone else too soon after a breakup did more to amplify your sadness than to distract or heal. I wasn’t the foremost expert on relationships, but I knew that to be true.

“Thank you for—”

“I really am—”

Travis cleared his throat, inclining his head toward me, saying wordlessly that I should continue. “Thank you for taking me to Gage’s party, even if you did sabotage my efforts at coming off as a normal person.”

He gave me a half grimace, half smile, lowering his eyes. “I really am sorry about that.”

I waved my hand. “It’s okay. Maybe it ended up setting me apart.” As a freak.

Were we going to pretend we hadn’t kissed?

We stared at each other for a moment longer.

“Okay, then, good night, Travis.”

He paused but then gave me a tight-lipped smile. “Good night, Haven.”

We shouldn’t.

I walked slowly up the stairs. I could feel his eyes on me as I ascended, and once, I almost turned back just to see the look on his face, to see if it might tell me anything at all, but in the end, I didn’t. I whispered a quiet word of encouragement to the plant I’d first found limp and root bound at the back of the nursery, that now resided at the top of the stairs, my hand trailing over its lush, green leaves. It’d grown to twice the size it was when I first brought it here, and a small burst of pride lit inside. I’d done that. I’d saved it.

Even if I hadn’t saved her.

I headed to my room, closing the door behind me and leaning against it, my palms flat against the wood. Outside, I heard Travis’s footsteps, heard them pause at the top of the stairs, and then head to his own room in the opposite direction.


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