Chapter 24. My Turn

Travis Turner sat rigid in his office chair, the glow of his computer screen illuminating the tightness in his jaw. The city lights beyond the glass pane painted faint streaks across his desk, but he hardly noticed, absorbed as he was in the small rectangle of the screen that held Camila’s latest post. Her image, poised and radiant, stared back at him, the caption casually announcing her need for a model for her upcoming art project.

A simmering annoyance coiled in his chest. She was looking for someone to stand close, to become a part of her artistic vision—intimately involved, a thought that twisted uncomfortably in his gut. He felt a protective edge he hadn’t expected, a possessiveness that made his fists tighten around the armrests of his chair.

“Can’t believe she didn’t just ask me,” he muttered under his breath. The words barely formed before a flurry of thoughts collided inside his he