Page 164 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 43
Remi
“What the—” Lexie exclaims.
“Lexie.” Trevor practically breathes her name in reverence and has yet to let go of her arms.
“Of all the elevators, in all the hotels…” Kat murmurs to me.
“Trevor, thank God. I forgot you were here. Do you have a car?” I ask.
He finally looks away from Lexie at Kat and I. Shock registering on his face. “My God, Remi. What happened to you? You were just fine a bit ago.”
“You forgot he was here?” Kat asks.
“What…” Lexie starts.
“Trevor!” I say sternly. “Focus, do you have a car?”
“Yeah, I have a rental. I was going to have my car shipped, but I sold it figuring I’d buy a new one when I got—”
“Don’t mean to be rude, but no one cares about your plans. Where’s your car?”
“In the parking garage,” he says hazily, still looking at Lexie.
“What are we waiting for?” Kat says, pulling Lexie and Trevor by the hands back into the elevator.
The motion seems to snap Trevor out of his Lexie induced fog. “Is that why you didn’t meet me at the bar, Remi? Because you got hurt? What happened?”
“Remi’s boyfriend, Chance, has this crazy ex-girlfriend, Helen, who held Remi hostage and tortured her. And now she’s kidnapped Chance and we need to rescue him because I can’t get through to 9-1-1. Wait, you were meeting Remi at the bar?”
Trevor ducks his head shyly and I punch the button for the parking garage repeatedly. Willing the elevator car to go faster.
The elevator doors open. “Great,” I say. “Let’s go.” I grab Kat’s hand and head toward the rows of cars. I turn back toward Lexie and Trevor, who haven’t moved from the elevator. “Hey! Let’s go.” I snap my fingers to get their attention.
I don’t like this feeling of being so on edge. I just need to know that Chance is okay. That he doesn’t really want Helen. That he still wants us to give it a try. That’s all I ask, is for a try. And that he’s okay. Please be okay.
We reach Trevor’s car, a large SUV. Kat and I get in the back, leaving the front passenger seat for Lexie. She looks at us questioningly.
“You have to navigate, remember?”
“I’m on it,” she says.
She gives Trevor the starting directions and we head out.
Right into bumper to bumper traffic at a stand-still.
“Fuck! Kat, I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m not meant for this. This is exactly why I don’t do relationships,” I whisper.
“Because of traffic?” Kat asks.
I laugh.
“Yes, and because traffic prevents a girl from saving her guy from his ex-psychopath-girlfriend.”
“Good point,” she says.
We finally reach a breaking point in the traffic and are able to move at about forty mph. Which feels amazing compared to the stop and go. Lexie continues giving Trevor directions.
