Page 47 of Always Will
You’re never gonna let me live that one down, are you?
Me
You started it
Hey, what’s that plant in your kitchen?
Willa
An orchid Sam sent for my birthday. Her name’s Clittercunt, and she’s a petty bitch. Pretty sure she gave up the ghost.
“Look at you, grinning like a fool.” Chase leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, smiling wide. “So, I take it things with Willa are going well?”
I chuckle. “I guess you could say that. We’re more friends than we were before.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re having weekend sleepovers with the woman you’ve been pining over for years, and you’re just friends?” His head tilts as he walks to my desk. “You’re not trying to take things further?”
“It’s kind of hard to do that when she’s busy growing fingers and toes.”
“But you want more?”
I nod. “The more time I spend with her, the harder it is for me to catch flights back here.”
“So don’t.”
I blink at him, not fully grasping what he means.
“Trev, why fly back here every week when you can transfer to the LA office?”
“Because this is my home base. We make a good team.”
“Team aside, you’ve outgrown this place, man.” He nudges my shoulder. “What were you going to do once the baby comes?”
“I…haven’t thought that far ahead yet, I guess.”
“Look, you’re one of my best friends, and we’ll miss you around here, but you have bigger and better things waiting for you on the horizon. What are you doing?”
I look back to my computer, seeing the slog of work in my inbox for what it is: a distraction. This place, this city, it’s not where I need to be anymore. Not where Iwantto be, and honestly, I felt the call for something else long before Willa and the baby. This is where I live, but it’s not home. “You make some good points. But how are you going to distract me from work if I’m all the way in LA?”
“I’m sure I’ll find a way.” He laughs, checking his watch. “Speaking of work, I have to go razz my team. They’re so bad at these proposals.”
“So bad.” I shake my head. “It wasn’t even this bad our first year. You sure you wanna push me to LA right now?”
Chase laughs and knocks my fist with his. “They’ll get there.They just need a little more training. Now stop deflecting and go start your transfer paperwork with HR.”
“Oh, hey. How’s Kayla?”
“She’s good. The babies are great. HR, man. Go, before you talk yourself out of it.” He stands there, staring with anticipation until I get out of my office chair, then follows me out of the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
WILLA
Now that my embarrassment from grinding all over Trevor in my sleep has mostly worn off, I have a new dilemma. I miss him. He’s only been in San Francisco for three days, a shorter work week than usual, and I keep checking my phone for a message saying he’s landed back here in LA.
It’s Friday, but I’ve had no nightmares this week, or sex dreams, for that matter. Snuggling up to the pillow that still smells like Trevor is great and all, but it’s a poor substitute for having the real thing. I like the coziness that settles into me when I’m wrapped in his arms at night, and the gentle caresses he sweeps across my spine. The brief, incidental touches he leaves on the small of my back while we’re out, and the mindless way his hand strokes my foot when we’re lounging on the couch. They both take up significant real estate in my mind lately. Hell, even his music tastes are growing on me. Never thought I’d come to this conclusion, but I’m pretty sure I have a crush on the father of my child. A minuscule, hormone-induced crush. Heavy on the hormones.
“So,uh, we need to talk about something…” Trevor sets his empty bowl on the coffee table, fork clanging around the red remnants of the pasta sauce clinging to the sides.
