Page 2 of Love Unforgettable
“Trevor!” Remi yells, her voice shrill and panicked. “Focus! Do you have a car?”
“Yes,” Trevor says. “I have a rental. I was going to have my car shipped, but then I gave it to a friend figuring I’d buy a new one when I got—”
“Don’t mean to be rude,” Remi says holding up her hand in front of his face. “But nobody cares about your plans. Where’s the car?”
“In the parking garage,” he says waving his arm in that general direction.
“Okay. What are we waiting for?” Kat says, grabbing both mine and Trevor’s hands and pulling us back into a waiting elevator.
“Remi, is that why you didn’t meet me at the bar?” Trevor asks. “Because you got hurt? What happened to you?”
Kat and Remi both ignore the question, so I answer.
“Remi’s boyfriend’s crazy ex-girlfriend, Helen, held Remi hostage and tortured her,” I explain, finally finding my voice.
“And now she’s kidnapped Chance, that’s Remi’s boyfriend, and . . . wait, you were meeting Remi at the bar?” I ask, surprised.
Remi punches the elevator button for the floor of the parking garage repeatedly. As if her finger connecting with the buttons will somehow make the elevator car lower us faster.
“Yeah. It was crazy that I ran into her,” he says.
“I’m sure.” I nod in understanding.
“I had some issues to handle back east, but that’s all squared away.” He puts his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet. “It’s why I left before. But, hey . . . I’m moving back to San Soloman. For good.” He says this like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Instead of something that is shaking me to the core.
For a second time.
Because the last time he was in town he did the same thing. Clearly that didn’t last, because he left again.
“Moving back, huh?” Kat nods and makes a face that is part frown and part agreement.
“Great, one big happy fucking reunion . . . once again.” Remi turns to look at us. “I know that this is probably rocking your world, Lex. And Trev, I’m sure your intentions are solid. At least they’d better be. But we can’t do this right now. It’s just . . . we need to focus on what’s really important here.” Her voice breaks, she clears her throat softly. “We need to go. Now. He could be lying somewhere in a ditch, hurt and bleeding. And I can’t . . . I need . . . Can we just go? Please.” The elevator doors open; she grabs Kat’s hand and pulls her toward the rows of cars.
Trevor motions toward them, letting me exit the elevator first.
I can’t move.
I want to move. I want to help Remi. I want to find Chance. I just can’t move.
Trevor’s coming back to San Soloman. Which is all I’ve wanted since the last time he left. Which makes me sound like a glutton for punishment. And maybe I am.
Shit.
The first time he left, I waited for years for him to finish his veterinary program and remember that he loves me and come home.
Which he did just over eight months ago.
And it was perfect. Everything I’d ever dreamed it would be. And I’ve got an active imagination, I can come up with some crazy romantic things. For close to two months, it was pure bliss.
Until he left again.
Without a word.
And now, after months with no contact he’s back again and saying it’s for good. No explanation, just back. I mean, I don’t want to put too much hope in what it might mean for he and I as a couple. But I can’t help myself.
It also doesn’t help that I can rarely stay in the present. Give me a scenario and I’ll push it years into the future in my imagination. I have to know, or at least be able to realistically envision, how something ends before I can accept it.
Which is why I can’t move.
