Page 115 of Beautifully Broken
“See you tomorrow, gorgeous,” he says before hanging up.
I can’t help but grin. Trevor just turned my shitty day around with not so many words. And he called me gorgeous. He’s never done that before. Sure, he’s told me I’m beautiful inside and out, but gorgeous? That’s different and new.
Without even knowing it, Trevor just shut down any self-doubt about the damn dress and my looks. He knows what I need before I do. And now I can’t wait to see him tomorrow.
Chapter 7
I step out the front door and I’m thankful I went with my new dress paired with brown booties. The light breeze flows through my hair and the sun warms my skin as I walk to my car. Settling into the driver’s seat, I enter the address into my car’s GPS.
Nerves and excitement vibrate through me with every passing mile as I make my way to the farm. It’s not long before I’m heading up the winding driveway.
Once I reach the parking area of the farm, I spot Trevor. He’s wearing blue jeans, a fitted hunter green t-shirt showing off his muscular, tattooed arms, a pair of work boots and he has his backpack with his camera equipment on.
He looks good.
Trevor waves as I pull in next to his SUV.
As I cut the engine, my door opens. Trevor is right there with a huge grin on his face.
I smile up at him. “Are you sure you don’t model?”
He chuckles. “Well, hello to you, too. No modeling for me. I prefer to be behind the camera.”
Trevor reaches his hand out for me and I gladly take it. A feeling of comfort washes over me the second his hand touches mine. Even though I don’t need it, he helps me out of my seat and I shut the door.
He glances over me from head to toe. “You look even more beautiful in that dress in person.”
I glance away from him. “Thanks,” I tell him, shyly.
“You don’t like compliments?” he asks, still holding my hand, leading me away from our vehicles.
I shrug. “I rarely get them from people I know.”
Trevor lightly squeezes my hand. “Well, we’re going to change that.”
“If you say so.” I glance around at our surroundings. “So, where is this spot for today?” I ask to change the subject.
He turns his attention towards me with a smile. “Well, how do you feel about horses?”
I can’t help but return his smile. “They’re beautiful. I’ve always wanted to learn to ride. Why?”
“The spot is in between the paddock and pastures for the horses.”
“Will we get to see any?” I squeeze his hand, the excitement rolling off me.
“Sure, will. Come on.” Trevor leads me toward the walkway.
As we walk, I take in the farm’s scenery—the silos, chicken coop, and pastures. I’m stopping every few steps, calling attention to different parts of the farm, and Trevor is sweet about it. He may have a photoshoot to get to, but he doesn’t rush me at all. I feel like a child from the excitement I get at each new animal we spot. Between the sunshine, the landscape and Trevor holding my hand in his, I feel like this might just be a dream.
As we walk around a bend, a gasp leaves me and I stop in my tracks, causing Trevor to drop my hand.
Four horses are trotting around the pasture like they are playing tag. Two of them are chocolate brown with a white diamond on their foreheads. The other two are predominantly white with brown patches.
Trevor places his arm around my shoulders, leading me towards them. Set up right next to the fence is a table, but I don’t see anyone else, though.
I wonder what he’s photographing, if not a person?
Trevor stops us at the table, placing his backpack on it, and turns to face me. “So what do you say to having your pictures done today?”
