"I need you to meet my friend," Amara said calmly, unclipping her seatbelt as the car rolled to a stop.
The underground garage of her new apartment building was quiet. Travis parked neatly beside her reserved spot.
He turned his head toward her, brows lifting. "Really?"
There was genuine surprise in his voice. His voice held a cute boyish curiosity.
Amara turned slightly, her hand resting lightly on the car door. "Yes. Don't look at me like that."
"I'm just…" He tilted his head, studying her. "Surprised you'd want me to meet someone in your life. Last time I asked about your parents, you said they could meet me in some other lifetime."
Her lips twitched. "I still mean that."
He smirked faintly. "Then why this friend?"
"Because she's not a judge, nor does she own a gun," Amara said, stepping out of the car. "You're safe."
Travis laughed softly, closing his door and following her to the private elevator. "Thank you for this."
