Beautiful Disaster Travis Novels & Stories

Closing her eyes, her body relaxed into his. Eventually, Travis sat up and allowed her to fall into his lap. She was laid out over the seat, sleeping peacefully. “Dude…” Travis said in the mind-link. “I know. We will figure it out.” Looking at him in the rear-view mirror, Travis looked stressed as fuck. How there were already bags under his eyes, I wasn’t sure, but he looked like hell. Grabbing my cell, I pulled up Damon’s message chain. Me: Travis found his mate. It isn’t good. Have the hosptial staff ready to check her over. There is a lot to unpack.