Chloe did her job and left promptly at five Monday through Friday and was thankful for a career that didn’t encompass her whole life. One day, while sitting at the break room table waiting for her turn at the copy machine, she fell in a trance staring at the beautiful blue eyes of Travis Trammel as he leaned on the copier. He was being paid to watch one piece of paper after another spit out of that machine, and Chloe was being paid to watch him. She can’t explain what made him so irrestible. She also couldn’t explain the poor choices she’d made because of him that started at that moment in that room on that fateful day.