Page 28 of Chasing Olivia (Trace + Olivia 2)

“Oh please,” she rolled her eyes, fighting a smile.

“It’s true,” he grabbed a roll, slathering it in butter, and sticking half of it in his mouth. “And I’d hate for you to go to jail. Orange is definitely not your color.”

“You’re so kind to me,” Lily laughed, joining the rest of us at the table.

Ellie, Trace’s grandma, watched Trent with an amused smile. The Wentworth boys were one of a kind.

Sometimes it still blew my mind that Trace and Trent had grown up in this mansion and were so…normal. You’d think the kind of wealth they had would have gone to their heads, but the whole family was completely down to earth.

I nibbled on a piece of roasted chicken, trying not to moan in pleasure. Cecilia made the most delicious meals. Even Trace couldn’t top them.

Trace and I tried to have dinner with his family every week. It was something I always looked forward to. I’d heard horror stories from other girls about their boyfriend’s family not accepting them, but the Wentworth’s had taken me in with open arms from the moment they met me.

As the meal wound down and Cecilia brought out a homemade cheesecake, Trace cleared his throat.

“So—uhm—there’s something Olivia and I need to tell you guys,” Trace said, draping his arm across the back of my chair.

Everyone looked up in interest. I stared down at the table to avoid their curious stares.

“We’re going on a road trip. We leave Monday.”

Well dang, he didn’t waste any time sugar coating it. I waited with bated breath for the uproar that was bound to ensue.

I wasn’t prepared for what Lily had to say though. “Oh thank God,” Lily breathed, “for a second there I thought you were pregnant.”

I blushed, taking a huge bite of cheesecake so I wouldn’t have to say anything.

“Calm down, mom. No babies for like…another year,” he winked at me.

My eyes widened. A year? Was he crazy?

I began to choke on my cheesecake and he beat my back.

“A year?” I squeaked when I could talk.

“You never know,” he grinned.

To avoid a panic attack I ate more cheesecake. Yeah, that was better. I was sure cheesecake could solve all the world’s problems.

Trace slid his desert plate my way. Smart man.

“Where are you going on this road trip?” Lily asked with interest.

“North,” he shrugged. “I don’t know where we’ll stop along the way, but I thought maybe we’d head to the lake house and stay for a bit.”

“You should, it’s lovely there. I’m sure Olivia would love it. How long will you be gone?” She asked, taking a sip of wine.

“Two or three weeks,” he shrugged, “which means Trent needs to watch Ace.”

“Whoa!” Trent exclaimed, tipping his chair back on two legs and waving his hands. “No way! I didn’t sign up for that, get someone else to do it!”

“Dude, you have a ferret, I think you can handle a dog.”

“My townhouse has a one pet limit, sorry,” Trent argued.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Did you forget who’s paying for your townhouse?” Trace eyed his brother.

“Shit.”

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