Page 3 of Love Unforgettable
As long as I stay in the elevator, this is open-ended. Anything could happen. Trevor could be here for me, again; I could be the reason he’s moving back. We could get back together, and everything could be perfect once more.
But after I step out of the elevator, life goes on, and I must face reality. I don’t know how this is going to play out. He’s shocked me before. He can do it again.
“Come on, Lex. Pick up the fucking pace,” Remi yells back at us, snapping her fingers. “Trevor, let’s go! Which car is yours? Beep your lights.”
Trevor unlocks his car remotely with one hand and grabs mine with the other as we head toward his car. His skin feels so smooth against mine. I wonder if he can feel the calluses on my palm.
He clears his throat. “I’m here for you, Lexie. All the way. One hundred percent. Here on the West Coast, here in this fancy hotel.”
Well, that answers one question. But raises quite a few more. “How did you know I’d be here?” I ask, confused.
“I didn’t. I’m here in the city for a night or so to tie up some loose ends. As luck would have it, I ran into Remi after I arrived this afternoon. We made plans to meet up at the hotel bar, only she never showed.”
“So, you made plans with Remi, but you cameherefor me?”
“No . . . Yes . . . I didn’t have a plan, Lexie. I guess I still don’t. I saw Remi. I thought of you. I knew I wanted to get to you, I just didn’t know how. I thought I could talk it out with Remi to find out where I stand with you. Then by the time I saw you, I’d have a plan. It just didn’t work out that way. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy to see you, plan or no plan. Especially, with how you and I left things.”
“Wait. With how YOU AND I left things? Are you kidding me?” I hiss. “You mean when you came back, and stayed with me for months, re-kindled our entire relationship, made promises about the future, then disappeared without a word? Is that the ‘how you and I left things’ you’re referring to? Your memory is seriously selective, mister.”
He nods in agreement.
“You have to explain, you know that, right? And that explanation needs to be really fucking good. But even then, I don’t know if I can do this with you again. You hurt me, Trevor.” My voice lowers to a hoarse whisper and my eyes flood with tears. “Goddammit!” I punch my thigh, tempted to also stomp my foot. I can be a crier. But I also hate it when I cry.
“I’m so sorry, Lexie,” he says softly.
We reach Trevor’s rental car, a large SUV. Kat and Remi are already situated in the back, leaving the front passenger seat for me. I look at them both, questioningly, not sure I want that degree of separation from them. Plus, I’m nervous to be this close to Trevor again.
“You have to navigate, remember?” Remi says, pointing to my phone. That’s right.
Shit! I lost sight of what’s important here AGAIN!
Worst. Friend. Ever.
The only reason we are even in Trevor’s car is so that we can go find Chance. And the only way we’ll find Chance is with the help of his friend, Alex—who does IT work for the police department—by tracing the tracker on Chance’s police-issued phone. Alex is who I was texting when I ran into Trevor to begin with.
Get it together, Lex.
“I’m on it,” I say, renewing my focus and sending my text to Alex. There is no way I’m letting Remi down with this. She’s finally found love and I’m not going to let her lose it just because her man has a psycho ex who kidnapped him.
And I have the attention span of a dog when it sees a squirrel.
Alex responds quickly with the address and wondering what’s going on. I promise to fill him in later and input the address in the GPS to start navigation. It’s going to take us fifteen minutes or so to get there. I give Trevor the starting directions and we head out of the structure and north on the main thoroughfare. This route will take us from the heart of the city, across the bridge, to a more suburban and spread out area with wider streets, and tree filled medians. Trevor takes the onramp for the bridge, leading us right into bumper to bumper traffic.
I hear Remi start to lose it in the backseat, crying softly and whispering furiously at Kat. It makes me wish I was back there with them.
“Sending you hugs, Remi,” I say, not certain if she can hear me.
Trevor reaches over to grab my hand and squeezes it lightly. Then leaves it there, resting softly on mine. He glances over at me every few seconds until I finally glance back. “I came here, Lexie,” he says, softly, “to remind you that we belong together.”
I pull my hand back to my lap. “Trevor, it’s been months, you left without a word after promising so much. You can’t just come waltzing in and expect everything to be hunky dory,” I hiss.
You tell him, Lexie. Be strong.
GIRL POWER.
“I don’t expect anything of the kind.” He looks sincere. “If anything, I know I need to work hard to prove I’m worthy of you, to win back your heart. I know what happened was my fault. And I know that I am more than a fair share to blame for . . . what happened.”
“Trevor, you are one hundred percent to blame forwhat happened. You—” We make it off the bridge and the phone buzzes, alerting me to the next direction. “Turn right at the next light.”
