Page 92 of That One Night
God, this man made her feel good. “I’ll see you later, Only Farms.”
“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “You better.”
She turned on her heels, still smiling. Because the sun was shining, Hendrix Hartson was beautiful, and the rest of her life was in front of her.
Maybe that’s why she didn’t see Trenton standing in her mom’s yard, waiting for her, until it was too late.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
“Well, you two sure seem cozy.”
Emery’s stomach rolled at the sound of Trenton’s voice. He sounded pissed. Of course he did. Thoughts were rushing through her head. How much had he seen? She’d kissed Hendrix, she’d definitely kissed him.
He’d absolutely seen too much.
“What are you doing here?” she asked Trenton, trying to ignore the panic in her veins. He must have driven here right from work, because he was still in a suit, the pants perfectly cut for his slim body. He’d taken his tie off, though, and the top button of his white shirt was unfastened. But that was his only concession to comfort.
“I got your message. I figured we needed to have a conversation face to face.” He looked over her shoulder. “Your voicemail didn’t sound like you. And I guess now I know why.” Trenton looked her dead in the eye. “How long have you been fucking Hendrix Hartson?”
Her cheeks pinked. “That’s none of your business.”
“So youhavebeen fucking him, then?”
She winced at the volume of his voice. Her mom was inside. And yes, hopefully she wasn’t listening, but still.
“Is this why you split up with me?” he asked her. “I should have known what a bitch you were, whoring yourself all over the place behind my back.”
His accusation boiled her blood. “Stop projecting. I never cheated on you,” she snapped. She had no reason to feel like she’d done something wrong. And yet he was looking at her like she was the one who’d caused all their problems.
“I should have known you’d end up back in the gutter. You can take the girl away from the farm, but she’ll always act like an animal.”
There was movement over Trenton’s shoulder. It took her a moment to realize it was Hendrix, striding over, like he was afraid she needed help.
No, please no.
She widened her eyes at him, trying to tell him that his presence would only make it worse.
But like a bull in a damn china shop, he stormed toward them, oblivious.
“Is everything okay?” Hendrix asked.
“What the fuck does it have to do with you?” Trenton spat out at him. “Go back to your house, farm boy. The grown-ups are talking.”
Ignoring him, Hendrix looked at her. “Emery,” he said, his voice soft. “Are you okay?”
No, she wasn’t. So far from it that it wasn’t funny. But they were in her mom’s yard. It was only a matter of time before her mom noticed that Trenton’s car was here. “I’m fine,” she told him, trying to keep her voice steady. “Let me talk to Trenton. I’ll talk to you later.”
“She means she’ll suck your dick later,” Trenton told him.
Hendrix’s eyes narrowed. “What did you say?”
“You heard me. You enjoy getting my sloppy seconds?” Trenton asked, turning to face him. “I would say you could do better, but we both know that’s not true. Maybe you two deserve each other.”
“If I hear you say one more disrespectful thing about this woman again, I’ll make you regret it.” Hendrix’s voice was low.
The corner of Trenton’s lip lifted, like he was actually enjoying this. Mortification pulled at Emery. This was her worst fear, all wrapped up in a testosterone bow. She knew Trenton. His pride was more important than anything else. Certainly more important than she’d ever been to him.
