Lancelot (The Theriot Family 3)

“I was just wondering if you’d help me change the oil in my motorcycle. It’s nice to have someone to talk to while I do it.”

Travis’s smile widened. “I’d love that.”

I ignored the worshipful look in his eyes because I was trying really hard to convince myself he didn’t have a crush on me, that he only thought of me like a big brother or a bodyguard.

But I knew that was a lie.

I was playing with fire.