Page 56 of Sunshine with You
“Is this because I was late? I’m always late.”
“I said it’s nothing. Can you drop it?” he snaps back at me.
“Miss me with that attitude, Hunter. I just got in here.” Pressing my lips together, I settle back into the seat. Whatever his fucking problem is, I’m not entertaining any of it. Sending him the clear sign that I’m done talking to him, I open my phone and scroll. We’re silent the entire drive to the club, and I keep my body turned toward the window, seething until I reach for the door handle to get out.
“Hey,” he says, putting a hand on my arm. “I’m sorry. You look great.”
“Oh, I know I do. When wasthateven a question?” I shoot him a playful look, waiting until he cracks a smile before getting out of the car.
Willa and Trevor meet us by the doors, and she already looks like she’s ready to bounce. Her shimmery gold dress clings to her hips. Long, sleek twists flow down her back, almost reaching the hemline at her thighs. Trevor’s in a simple gunmetal V-neck and jeans. The smile on his face grows when he sees me.
“Hey, pretty lady.” He pulls me into a hug and whispers, “You look amazing.” My cheeks burn, and I bite my lip while Trevor holds out his fist to Hunter. “What’s good?”
Hunter taps Trevor’s knuckles with his and quickly sticks his hand back in his pocket without a word.
“Don’t mind him. He forgot to remove the stick from his ass today.” I shoot Hunter a glare, and his eyes drop to the ground. “Should fit right in with my sister tonight.”
Willa’s middle finger is backed by a sarcastic smile, and all I can do is roll my eyes.So much for a fun night.
“You ready?” Trevor asks.
“More than ready,” I say. He guides me to the door with his hand on my back.
“Come on, Hunter. You’re with me tonight,” Willa says behind me. We file into the building, losing them in the strobe lights.
Trevor pulls me onto the dance floor, moving in close as we sway and bounce to the beat. We make it several songs into the night before I lead him over to the bar for a drink. “Whew!” I say, flopping on a stool, mojito in hand. “I didn’t know the Midwest had moves like that.”
“The way you were dancing circles around me, I was just trying to keep up!” He runs his hand over his short hair and takes a swig from his water.
“Come on, you’re a good dancer, Trev.”
“I take all my inspiration from the cornfields.” He shimmies in his seat, making me choke on my drink.
“Explains where all your corny jokes come from too…”
“Ooh, okay. I see how it is.” Laughing, he knocks his knee against mine. I smile back, but it’s short-lived when my gaze drifts over his shoulder.
“Ugh.” I roll my eyes. Trevor looks behind him and back at me with his eyebrows raised. Marcus sits a few tables away, chatting up a blond. “It’s my ex.”
“It didn’t end well, I take it.”
“If you count a short-form email on official hospital letterhead as not ending well, then yep.”
“Ouch. That’s messed up.”
“Little bit.” I pinch my fingers together and take a drink.
“You didn’t deserve that.”
“Oh, Iknow,” I say bitterly before taking another. It’s clear as day now that Marcus treated me like shit. I deserved better.
Trevor pops out of his seat, reaching a hand toward me. “Come here.”
“Wh-where are we going?” I ask as he pulls me off the stool.
“You’ll see.” He winks and walks me right up to Marcus’s table, digging his phone out of his pocket once we get there. “Hey, bud. You think you could take a picture of me and my girl?”
Marcus shoots a surprised look at Trevor, then does a double take on me. My immense joy at seeing his face fall is off the charts. His mouth hangs open, and he blinks a few times before the blond across from him chimes in. “Oh, sure! You two are such a cute couple! Aren’t they cute, Marcus?”
