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“So, you concocted a fake movie and brought me out here to the Finch place? And Trevor is here? Why?”
“Why don’t you go ask him? He’ll drive you home.”
“Okay,” I say.
Valentine’s Day isn’t for another week, so I don’t think any of this has to do with some sort of romantic gesture for the holiday. I honestly don’t know what is going on.
I look at Laura again, and then I see Trevor walking toward me, bundled in his winter coat and smiling at me. I wave to him. My heart flutters and my smile widens. We’ve been dating for six and a half months. I still go weak in the knees when he comes near, especially when he has that look in his eyes.
I step out of the car.
Trev leans in, bracing his arms on the car door jamb and says “Thanks, Laura. I owe you one.”
“First born child, named after me, remember?”
I laugh. Trevor nods as if this is a given. Considering the role Laura played in finally shipping us out of the friend zone, I’d say naming a child after her would be a small sacrifice. Not that we’re having children anytime soon. We’re not even talking marriage yet. We have hinted at it, but we agreed to enjoy dating since we waited so long to get here.
Trevor shuts Laura’s passenger door behind me and she backs up, giving us a small wave and then she does a three-point turn to drive away.
“I want to see her and Rob back together,” I tell him, watching her car retreat down the snow-covered lane.
“Me too, but I get the feeling it’s more than complicated. Rob tells me everything and he won’t touch the subject of Laura with a ten-foot pole.”
“Same. Laura has shared a little, but not any big details.”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to let them figure it out.”
“Or we’ll have to meddle,” I suggest, rubbing my gloved hands together.
Trevor laughs.
“Meddling isn’t all bad. If it weren’t for meddling, I wouldn’t be standing here with you right now. But I didn’t bring you out here to talk about Rob and Laura,” Trevor says, snaking his arm behind my back.”
“You didn’t bring me out here at all,” I tease him.
“Well, I had you brought here.”
“Why?”
Trevor turns me toward him. He leans in so his face is near mine. His stubble brushes my cheek and I shiver, and not because it’s in the mid-thirties outside. Our exhalations puff out in misty white swirls in the air around us.
Trevor whispers in a gravelly voice, “I have something important to ask you.”
I almost hold my breath. Or maybe I am holding my breath, I don’t know. My mind spins. Is this what I think it is?
Trevor grasps my gloved hands in his. He drops on one knee in the snow and looks up at me. My teeth are chattering, but I’m mostly oblivious to the chill settling across the farm. My focus is on Trevor and the depth of sincerity in his eyes.
“Lexi, you have been my best friend since as long as I can remember. We played house all those years ago. You were my wife, and I was your husband. Six months ago, you rocked my world when you brushed a kiss on my cheek at Felicia’s wedding.”
I blush remembering that day and how simultaneously bold and shy I felt.
“Dating you has been more than I could imagine it would have been. You fit me perfectly. You are the other half of me. I need you like I need my next breath. And I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. Will you be my wife?”
Tears well in my eyes. The cold winter air hits my face with a light sting as the droplet flows down my cheek. Trevor stands and wipes at my face.
“Yes! Absolutely, one hundred percent yes!”
I lean into him and our faces come inches from one another.
