Page 12 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

Trevor turns toward me, now completely ignoring the Christmas tree. “Iris, I don’t know how to make it clearer. I don’t want you here.”

It’s not a shock, but the fact he’s saying it out loud is a slap to the face.

I knew this was a bad idea. I told Red and Oliver. But no, they pushed and pushed, said it would be good. For all of us.

Unless Trevor stops being so stubborn, though, I don’t know how we’re going to make it through this Christmas season. “Well, tough luck.”

“Apparently.”

“Look, I’mtrying.” I touch my chest.

“Try less.”

I press my lips together, a growl forming at the back of my throat. “So, what? Try and ignore you? How fun and not awkward is that for everyone else?”

Trevor sips his coffee, looking away.

“Hey, come on.” I grab his arm, forcing his attention back in my direction.

And boy, does it work. He looks down at my hand like I’m infecting him with something.

Good. Stay mad.

I release him. “We haven’t spoken in six months.”

“And whose fault is that?”

I furrow my brow. “Yours!”

Trevor holds up a finger and waggles it. “No, no, don’t you dare turn this on me.”

“You are the one who cut me off!”

“You’re the one who took a job without consulting me!”

“Oh, so sorry, I didn’t consult King Trevor.”

His nostrils flare. At least he’s not apathetic. I prefersomeemotion to none at all.

“I was your partner, Iris. Yourfiancé. And you took a job without even bringing it up to me, without even discussing what it would mean for us to–”

“You said you’d support me in anything I wanted to do. Yousaid–”

“You betrayed me!”

The temperature in the room has risen, my neck blotchy with heat. And I wouldn’t be surprised if some people closest to the door are hearing the commotion Trevor and I are creating.

“I’m not doing this.” I bring down the volume.

I start to turn, to end this conversation. It’s clear we’re not getting anywhere with this.

But Trevor’s not done. Not by a long shot.

He grabs my arm and pulls me back toward him. “Iris?—”

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” I cry out, shrugging his hand off.

He lifts his hand, his face softening. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I–” Trevor stops suddenly, his eyes falling to the ground between us.

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