The aroma of pizza greeted Sara when she opened the front door. Travis’s dark eyes swept over her before he stepped inside and sniffed her neck. “Mmm…heavenly.” Rogue. There he went again—his words, his smoldering stares and heated touches coaxing her heart to trust him. “Hey, Walt.” At the sound of Travis’s deep voice, her one-eyed boarder bolted from the foyer. “What’s up with him?” She rescued the pizza box from Travis’s grip and led the way into the kitchen. “I put catnip in Walter’s stocking and he’s miffed he has to wait until Christmas morning to play with it.” She put the pizza onto a baking sheet and placed it into the oven to keep warm. “How about a drink before we eat?” Travis rummaged through the fridge and helped himself to a beer. He unscrewed the bottle top and tossed it into her garbage can beneath the sink. Sara poured herself a glass of wine, grabbed Travis by the hand and led him into the living room. They sat on the couch in front of the Christmas tree.
