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    Marc let out a cold snort but didn’t push further. Travis, though still tense, seemed ready to keep going—but Johnny didn’t give him the chance. He grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away from the table.


    Once they reached a quieter corner of the venue, Johnny let go and turned to him with a heavy sigh. “What the hell was that, Travis? You know Marc’s been on edge. Why poke the bear?”


    Travis didn’t back down. His jaw was clenched, eyes sharp. “Because he’s full of it, and you know it,” he said, his voice tight. “We all saw how he treated Ste. She stuck…


    by him for years, put up with so much crap, even brought him stuffte at night when he was too busy to eat. “You remember that—”


    Travis was visibly agitated, angered by all Ste had to put up with all those years.


    Johnny hesitated, caught off guard by how worked up he was. He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying him. “You’re really fired up about this. Way more than usual.” Then, slowly, Johnny asked, half-joking, half-curious, “Be honest—have you taken a liking to Ste?”


    Travis didn’t confirm anything. Didn’t deny it either.


    He just looked at Johnny and said quietly, “They’re divorced. That’s all that matters.”


    Johnny studied him, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he patted Travis lightly on the shoulder. “Look, I know Marc hasn’t exactly treated you well these past few years. But now’s not the time to throw fuel on the fire. We’re all friends—this doesn’t need to blow up.” He had wondered, briefly, if Travis might actually like Ste.


    But after thinking it through, it just didn’t add up.


    They’d barely interacted. Maybe ten times, tops—and always with Marc around.


    No private conversations, no chemistry, no signs.


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    How could Travis possibly have real feelings for Ste?


    More likely, Travis just had years of pent-up frustration with Marc and had used this situation as an excuse to finally call him out.


    That made more sense.


    So Johnny softened his tone. “I know things haven’t been easy for you. But this? It’s not worth it. I’ll talk to Marc, smooth things over. Just go back, say a few words, and it’ll all pass. No one’s going to hold a grudge.”


    But Travis shook his head, eyes resolute. “No. I’ve got something else to do. Have fun.”


    And with that, he turned and walked out of the bar without a second nce.


    Johnny stood frozen, watching him disappear through the door.


    A knot twisted in his chest. Wait… was it actually true?


    He ran a hand through his hair, sighed, and headed back to the table.


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