“And it means you’re stalking me,” Travis added, his voice dropping into a sharp threat.

Lena snatched the paper from Michael and shoved it back at Travis.

“See?” Lena said quickly.

“He’s got nothing to hide.

You’re being totally unreasonable.”

Noah slid out of the booth and stood in the aisle.

His blue sweater slipped off his shoulders and dropped onto the carpet.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Noah whispered.