Page 32 of Bit's Bliss
“Decker’s still working on tracing it.”
“I don’t suppose he has any idea where my dad is.”
Trevino shook his head. “Also, I made arrangements for additional security, including surveillance to monitor the entirety of the estate in the event he reappears.”
My eyes opened wide. “When did you do that?”
“Earlier today.”
When I put my head in my hands, Trevino wrapped his arms around me.
“I wish I could rewind the clock.”
“How far?” he asked.
“I’d say eight days ago, or nine, but it sounds like five years would be better. Not that I’d have any idea how to change the outcome.” I put my hand on his arm. “Earlier, when I said the last few days have been the worst of my life, I didn’t mean things with you.”
He kissed my forehead. “I know.”
“I’m grateful for your help. I don’t know what I’d do without it.” I sighed. “You’re different than I thought you were.”
Trevino raised a brow and smirked.
“I’m not talking aboutthat. We didn’t talk very much. Or you didn’t. I’ve always been a chatterbox.”
“Eberly, we need to talk about Priscilla.”
I shook my head. “We don’t.”
“The time we spent together was brief as well as insignificant.”
“She might not agree with the last part,” I said under my breath.
“We weren’t compatible, and it ended soon after it began.”
I put my hand on my stomach. “Please don’t tell me more.”
“I won’t about her, but I will about you.”
I cringed. “You do remember I said that everything happening in my life is too much right now?”
“You also said I don’t talk much.”
“An understatement,” I muttered.
“Typically, I don’t bother to unless it’s necessary. What I’m about to say is.”
“Can wepleasenot do this now?” I pleaded.
“I like you, Eberly. I have since the day I met you.”
“Yeah? And when was that?”
He cocked his head. “Your interview.”
“We met before, more than once, not that you noticed.”
“Did we talk?”
