Darrell piled his plate on Travis’s. “That’s just the thing. The fight was with his best friend. It got out of hand. Uncle Jim, we always called him that, never meant to hurt my father. We all understood that, even my mama. It was just a bad accident.”
“It’s amazing you and your family can be so forgiving.” Travis shrugged. “I’m not sure I would be in the same circumstances. You’re lucky to be close to your family.”
Travis looked suddenly sad and Darrell opened his mouth to ask Travis about his family, wondering if that was too much prying, when the waitress came by and handed Travis the check, slipping away after saying, “See you next time, Se?orTravis.”
Travis plopped down money and slid from the booth. “I’m sure you’re anxious to get home in this bad weather.”
Darrell followed Travis to his car, trying to keep his gaze from straying to the man’s tight ass. He wasn’t terribly successful either. Travis might as well be wearing a sign that said, “Look at my great ass.”