Nor a frat party. They were too young.
“I would think, Ms. McKenna, that your efforts would be better focused on those who suffered at the hands of Mr. Taylor, not someone who has mentioned in passing that he’d met the man’s son and shared a conversation—a private and sensitive conversation—that gives credibility to the accusations you’ve received.”
Fuck.
“Plus, forgive me if I’m wrong”—he lifts as brow—“but I don’t think I’m on the stand. Am I?”
Shit.
“I’m sorry.” I lower my eyes.
“If Terrance doesn’t want to be found, it’s unlikely he will be. Before you ask, I don’t know where he is.” He adds firmly.
I tug my lip and stir my drink, searching for the right words. I’m naked and interrogating this man while away on a romantic weekend.
I pushed too far.
It’s possible Travis was harmed as a child also, before his parents died, or by a foster parent. God knows that happens more often than not.
Travis could be trying to help his friend.
Even if we did find him, then what? Was Travis the only person he shared his story with? That would break their confidence.
Damn it.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” I give him an apologetic smile.
As I glance out at the snowy mountains, I wonder about the coincidence of our meeting and him knowing Terrance. I don’t believe in coincidences though...
When I get home, I’ll be able to think clearer. I’m going to tell the team about Travis. Something isn’t adding up. It doesn’t help that he’s drop-dead gorgeous and his tattooed muscular body is cut like glass.
And he has a really nice dick.
That despite neither of us wanting more than a dirty few nights together, we seem to enjoy each other’s company, make each other laugh, and are not able to keep our hands off each other.
Plus, those few moments...
I know I shouldn’t be thinking this, and I’ll probably kick myself for it, butifthere was something more serious between us, andifI did decide to date again, I really don’t want Leo fucking Taylor and his shitty life choices to destroy it.
Am I the person responsible for making sure his crimes are exposed?
What he did to those people is not on me.
Perhaps I’ve done all I can do?
The mood changes back to a light, flirty one when Travis tugs me over to sit on his lap, taking my mouth in his. Then his cock thrusts inside me, and I barely see the pretty mountain as his hot seed fills me.
After showering and drying off, I check my messages and flop down on the bed as the blood drains from my face.
“Shit,” I mutter.
Travis strides across the room, palms my back, and towers over me as he asks, “What is it?”
I press play on the video that was sent to me, and we listen to Taylor's legal team speaking to the world press.
“The outlandish allegations made by Ms. McKenna, a failedNew York Timesreporter who was fired, are false. Not only are they clearly a desperate act by this podcaster to gain followers and profit from Mr. Taylor’s success, but her and her inexperienced team are dragging his fans into a rabbit hole which has no proof and no substance.”
“Jesus.” Travis runs a hand over his face.
