Of course, by the time we pulled in, Travis was already there at the far edge of the lot. He leaned against his car with the setting sun at his back. It lit his sandy-blond hair to a golden red and flecked the windows of his bright yellow Mustang with perfect rainbows. How could someone always look like they were posing in a model photo shoot when they really weren't?

As soon as Studmuffin saw him, he pressed his paw to the glass. Smiling, Travis waved back.

"You two," I ...