Travis turned and saw his younger brother coming at a slight jog down the carpeted hall. "What?" "Let me follow you out to talk." Talk? He and Brad didn't talk. They traded shoulder jabs in the break room, e-mailed each other bawdy jokes, slammed back a few beers after work. But talking? There wasn't much need for that. Never had been. They'd both figured they'd lived through enough hell that a conversation about it was pretty much redundant. If Brad wanted to talk, though, it had to be important. Travis held the door for Brad to pass through first. The setting sun had cast the parking lot in lengthening shadows. Travis hated fall and the inevitable approach of the killer cold of Massachusetts's winter. For the four hundredth time, he thought of chucking it all and moving to Florida. Meredith, however, didn't live in Florida. Then again, she didn't live in Boston either. One of these days she'd go back to Indiana. He'd best remember that before he got in any deeper than he already was.
What do You think about The Angel Tasted Temptation?
