Page 82 of Love Unforgettable
I expect Trevor to lash out again. His face looks like it’s going to combust at any moment. Nostrils flaring, eyes narrowed, cheeks puffed. Instead he stays silent. I can’t tell if it’s because he’s just tired of arguing, or if it’s because he knows that Cole is right. He looks around at the others in the room and the nurses behind the station, all stare back but remain quiet. He raises a finger in the air, as if to make a point, but then lowers his hand before saying anything.
Cole turns to me and says, “Ready to go, sweetness?”
“I am,” I say. We leave the room without another word to, or another word from, Trevor.
“You okay?” Cole asks once we’ve made it into the elevator.
“Yeah, I’m good. I keep trying to summon up some kind of anger toward him, but so far all I feel is pity. Clearly, he’s lost his mind.”
“Only one oar in the water, if that.”
“And, clearly, I’ve lost my mind for hanging onto him for so long. What’s the matter with me? Such an idiot. I’m so sorry you had to go through all of this with me.”
“Don’t be sorry. Truth be told, I enjoyed myself all in all.”
“You were a huge help and I don’t know what I would have done without you. I owe you one. Oh, dinner! I can make you dinner. Although, maybe you’d rather we went out. I mean, I’m not saying that I’m NOT a good cook, but I’m not saying that I AM either. I’ve got a few recipes that I’ve conquered.”
“Oh yeah? Wet my whistle.”
“You mean tell you what they are?” I ask still not totally used to his quirky sayings.
He nods.
“Oh, well. Uh, I kick ass at grilled cheese. I mean like the perfect ratio of cheese to bread, and I mix them up too, swiss, cheddar, gorgonzola, muenster, my mouth is watering just thinking about it. The trick is to . . . wait, I’m not going to tell you my trick. Then you’ll know it. And it won’t seem so impressive.” I tap my index finger against my temple.
He smiles at me. A knee weakening smile. One that has me wanting to take my panties off and throw them onto the Cole Mason stage.
“What else?” he asks.
“What else, what?”
“You said you had a few recipes up your sleeve.”
“Do you have something against grilled cheese?” I ask.
“No, ma’am,” he turns his head and winks as he says it. “But, how about I take you out?”
“You DO have something against grilled cheese.”
“No, I have something about wanting to take you on our first date.”
“Our first date, huh? Awfully presumptuous, aren’t you?”
“It’s possible I am,” he says. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Lexie, may I take you to dinner tomorrow night?”
“Yes,” I say, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. We pull into the private drive leading to both our houses. I half expect him to drop himself off first. Instead, he keeps going to my property, past the winery and his truck, to my house; opening the gate with the remote, like he’s done this a thousand times before.
“You could have just dropped yourself off at your house or your truck,” I say.
“Sweetness, there will never be a time that I don’t see you to your door.”
He parks the car and comes around to open my door for me. And, true to his word, walks me to the front door. Waits until I unlock it, gives me a light kiss on the forehead, and says, “Sleep well, sweetness.” Then he walks off in the direction of the winery.
I go inside, say hello to all my dogs, then immediately text Kat and Remi.
Me: 9-1-1 to the bitches who abandoned me earlier tonight which turned out to be okay because I’ve finally seen what a bastard Trevor is. First, he accused me of kidnapping Paisley. Can you believe that? I can’t believe I didn’t see this side of him before.
Kat: OMG! What happened? Did he call the police, Remi, can you get her out of this? Do you need bail money?
