friends.â
An impish grin sharpened his features as he leaned in a bit closer. âNever say never.â
âSo whatâs your story?â I asked. âHave you always been Travis âMad Dogâ Maddox, or is that just since you came here?â I used two fingers on each hand as quotation marks when I said his nickname, and for the first time his confidence waned. He looked a bit embarrassed.
âNo. Adam started that after my first fight.â
His short answers were beginning to bug me. âThatâs it? Youâre not going to tell me anything about yourself?â
âWhat do you wanna know?â
âThe normal stuff. Where youâre from, what you want to be when you grow upâ¦things like that.â
âIâm from here, born and raised, and Iâm a criminal justice major.â
With a sigh, he unrolled his silverware and straightened them beside his plate. He looked over his shoulder, his jaw tense. Two tables seating the Eastern soccer team erupted in laughter, and Travis seemed to be annoyed at what they were laughing about.
âYouâre joking,â I said in disbelief.
âNo, Iâm a local,â he said, distracted.
âI meant about your major. You donât look like the criminal justice type.â
His eyebrows pulled together, suddenly focused on our conversation. âWhy?â
I scanned the tattoos covering his arm. âIâll just say that you seem more criminal and less justice.â
âI donât get in any troubleâ¦for the most part. Dad was pretty strict.â
âWhere was your mom?â
âShe died when I was a kid,â he said, matter-of-fact.
âIâmâ¦Iâm sorry,â I said, shaking my head. His answer caught me off guard.
He dismissed my sympathy. âI donât remember her. My brothers do, but I was just three when she died.â
âFour brothers, huh? How did you keep them straight?â I teased.
âI kept them straight by who hit the hardest, which also happened to be oldest to youngest. Thomas; the twins, Taylor and Tyler; and then Trenton. You never, ever got caught alone in a room with Taylor and Ty. I learned half of what I do in the Circle from them. Trenton was the smallest, but heâs fast. Heâs the only one that can land a punch on me now.â
I shook my head, dumbfounded at the thought of five Travises running around in one household. âDo they all have tattoos?â
âPretty much. Except Thomas. Heâs an ad exec in California.â
âAnd your dad? Whereâs he?â
âAround,â he said. His jaws were working again, increasingly irritated with the soccer team.
âWhat are they laughing about?â I asked, gesturing to the rowdy table. He shook his head, clearly not wanting to share. I crossed my arms and squirmed in my seat, nervous about what they were saying that caused him so much aggravation. âTell me.â
âTheyâre laughing about me having to take you to dinner, first. Itâs not usuallyâ¦my thing.â
âFirst?â When the realization settled on my face, Travis winced at my expression. I spoke before I thought. âAnd I was afraid they were laughing about you being seen with me dressed like this, and they think Iâm going to sleep with you,â I grumbled.
âWhy wouldnât I be seen with you?â
âWhat were we talking about?â I asked, warding off the heat rising under my cheeks.
âYou. Whatâs your major?â he asked.
âOh, erâ¦General Ed, for now. Iâm still undecided, but Iâm leaning toward Accounting.â
âYouâre not a local, though. You must be a transplant.â
âWichita. Same as America.â
âHow did you end up here from Kansas?â
I picked at the label of my beer bottle. âWe just had to get away.â
âFrom what?â
âMy parents.â
âOh.