Page 42 of How We Loved

I smile so big that my cheeks start to hurt. “I’ve missed you too. Here, come in.” I motion for him to follow me.

We walk into the kitchen, and my dad turns to greet him with his hand outstretched over the center island. “Trevor, good to see you again.”

“Hello, Mr. Young. Good to see you too.”

“So, I hear you’re off to go bowling. Do you go often?”

He chuckles under his breath a little. “Nope, can’t say I do. Haven’t been in years, to be honest.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s like riding a bike,” Dad says, trying to reassure him.

“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll do just fine. If not”—he glances my way—“I’ll have her to comfort my ego.” He reaches out and touches his fingers to mine briefly before pulling them back and placing them on the countertop in front of us.

My dad looks genuinely happy to see us standing here, and it fills me with even more joy, knowing he likes Trevor too.

“Okay, Daddy, we’re going to head out.” I walk up to give him a hug goodbye. “See you later.”

He shakes Trevor’s hand again. “Drive safely and take care of my daughter.”

“I will, sir.”

We head out the door and straight to Trevor’s truck, where I hop in the passenger side, then slide over to my spot next to him.

He turns to kiss me. “You remembered,” he says with a sexy grin.

“Of course.” I smile, loving the praise I get from him, and his kisses are good too.

I can’t help the giddy feeling I have as we drive to the bowling alley. Sitting next to him like this warms my soul.

We park next to Dalton’s truck at the bowling alley, and Trevor instantly jumps out to check it out.

“This is badass.”

I laugh. Of course he would like Dalton’s truck. The ’94 Chevy was his grandpa’s, but he’s lifted it, put huge wheels on it, and made it look mean as hell. Deep down though, it’s still just an old, beat-up truck because Dalton refuses to remove any of the dents or scratches since they were put there by his grandpa.

“This is Dalton’s truck.” I place my hand on it.

His eyebrows pinch together as he points at me. “Dalton? One of the guys from your TimeLand crew?”

I nod proudly. “Yep! It was his grandpa’s.”

He shakes his head in shock. “Well then, maybe I do have something in common with these guys. I just figured they all would be like Ben”—he pauses and looks at me—“or you with your fancy vehicles.”

His comment about Ben’s truck and my car doesn’t sit right with me, but just then, Ben walks up behind us and wraps his arm around me for a hug.

“Hello, Sunshine.”

I give him a very quick hug because, one, it’s what we always do, but, two, with Trevor here, I feel like I should cut it short.

The expression Trevor wears doesn’t hide his disdain at all.

“Trevor.” Ben holds up his fist to give him knucks.

“Ben.” Trevor hits his knuckles to Ben’s.

Ben then walks right between the two of us, making Trevor step out of the way or Ben would have shoulder-bumped him as he heads toward the bowling alley.

I sigh.

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