Laura. He dropped his pile of papers and ran down the stairs, his calf sending shooting pains up his leg with each step. As he reached the landing he took in the scene. Vince had Laura pinned to the front door. His hand glued to her mouth. He stood inches from her, whispering who knew what. Travis leapt across the foyer in two strides. “I’m gonna give you five seconds to step away from the lady and apologize,” Travis said. “Bug off. I bought her dinner. I only wanted a kiss goodnight,” Vince said. “Two seconds and you won’t be walking out.” Vince pulled his hands off Laura, and held them up as a sign of surrender. “There’s no problem here, buddy.” “Funny, I think there is. Apologize to the lady, now.” “Sorry for the misunderstanding.” “If you are ever within fifty yards of her I’m gonna kick your ass from here to New York City—leave.
