"What are you doing here?" Travis asked, his deep voice laced with genuine bewilderment. He had anticipated many things, but finding her lying in wait for him at his chosen courier hub was entirely outside his calculations.
Jillyanna let out a cold, sharp snicker, her eyes locking onto him with an icy glare. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that, Travis? What exactly do you think you're accomplishing with this little routine? Let's get one thing straight: I am not some charity case for you to systematically dump your corporate disposable income on."
The accusation struck a nerve, silencing Travis instantly. He adjusted his grip on the parcel, a rare look of sheepishness flickering across his sharp features. "I never intended it to come across that way, Yanna. I know damn well you have the financial means to buy whatever you want. It's just... I've never done this before. I honestly didn't know what else to give you to get your attention."
