Chapter 16

“She’s not going to hear, Micah.”

Micah merely laughed. “Talk to you later.”

Darrell glared at his phone and tossed it on the seat next to him. If he didn’t get going he would be late. 8

Travis reluctantly opened the passenger door of Darrell’s sedan. He’d just parked and turned it off in front of his mother’s house. They’d been seeing each other for two solid weeks now and somehow Travis had been talked into this family dinner.

Given his experience with Alan’s family, Travis was more than a little nervous. Of course, at one time he’d gotten along with Alan’s family. Before Alan’s drinking got to be too much for any of them to handle, really, and before the accident.

Resting his hand against the roof of the car, Travis studied the single-family home situated in the Los Angeles suburb of Culver City. Darrell had told him his older brother bought the house for his mother five years before. It was a simple ranch-style painted a pale blue with white trim.