Page 8 of Love Unforgettable
“You aren’t Jewish,” I say.
“Well, no, but Mavis is.”
“Which has what to do with you?”
“She’s practically a grandmother to the three of us. It makes us half Jewish.”
I laugh at her logic, but don’t argue. Somehow it kind of makes sense.
“Well, then I’m all verklempt too,” I say.
We head outside the hospital, but I don’t see Trevor’s rental car anywhere.
“Do you think he’s not here yet?” I ask Kat.
“No, that was plenty of time,” she says, looking around. “There he is.” She points a little further up the road.
“Why’s he all the way up there when the entrance is back here?” I ask.
“Maybe there weren’t any spaces when he pulled up,” Kat says.
“Good point,” I say. We can hear yelling as we approach the rear of the car.
“Is that Trevor I hear?” I ask.
“I think so,” Kat says. “Maybe we should give him a minute before we get in.”
I can’t understand much of what he is going on about outside of the occasional curse word. He hangs up after a minute and throws his phone against the dash. Then runs both hands through his hair, obviously upset.
Kat and I approach the passenger side of the car from behind. Trevor gets out and slams the driver side door, reaching the rear of the car faster than we’d expected.
“Lexie!” He sounds surprised to see us.
“Trevor!” I say, trying to joke with him by pretending to sound surprised. He smiles nervously.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, yeah.” He runs his hands along the thighs of his jeans, then moves to open the passenger side doors for us. “That was just . . . a work thing. I, uh, didn’t mean for you to hear that.”
“We couldn’t really understand the words with you yelling,” I say as I climb in the car.
“Just the shits, fucks, and pisses,” Kat says, smiling and following behind me.Shit Fuck Pissbeing her favorite cuss phrase. Trevor shuts both doors after us and climbs back into the car.
“Okay, Kat, where to?” Trevor asks.
“Where are you staying?” Kat asks him. “It might be easier to drop Lexie off first.”
“Yet, I have no intention of doing that,” Trevor says, looking at Kat in the backseat through the rearview mirror.
“Okay,” Kat says drawing out the word slightly. Then she gives him directions to her house.
The three of us sit in silence as Trevor drives.
We drop Kat off at her house and Trevor begins the slight backtrack to mine. I live further out of town than Kat and Remi. Even though San Soloman isn’t very large in population, it is spread over a large expanse of land. I have just over one hundred acres and my “farm” is considered small, which shows just how spread out the area is.
As such, it takes a short while to get from Kat’s place to mine. I have him slow down as we approach my drive.
“You can just let me out at the end of the driveway,” I say.
