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“Oh, I definitely like you already,” he laughs. “You are the perfect match for our hardened boss. I can’t wait to see what chaos you cause for him.”
“That’s enough,” Trevor snaps. “Steel, I think it’s time you leave.”
Oh, someone is being possessive already I see.
“It was just a bit of fun,” Steel groans but essentially drops it. “Emma, I shall be seeing you soon. Make sure to ruffle the big guy's feathers some. He needs to learn to relax.” Steel pats my shoulder softly before giving it a small squeeze and heading towards the door.
“That shouldn’t be that hard to do,” I reply, giving Trevor a smirk. I’m playing with fire, and I know it. Sue me.
I don’t take my eyes off Trevor, but I do hear the front door close with Steel’s leave. Still hearing the TV playing in the living room and Alexis singing along I know we will have some more time to talk.
“Not here,” he grunts. Walking around the counter and heading towards an archway I didn’t see before that was hidden by the cabinets. “Let’s go to the office. Alexis will be fine.”
I follow behind him silently, down the hall and through a light brown door. We enter a large office that doesn’t have any windows. I realize it’s more of a security room than an office. There's a large computer setup along the right wall that has several monitors running on it. On the left wall are two decent-sized gun safes that are on either side of a storage area. In the center of the room is a sleek black desk with a simple laptop and lots of papers spread across the top.
“You can leave the door open if it will make you feel better and you can control your temper.” Trevor is nice enough to offer as he takes a seat in the black leather chair behind the desk.
“Ass,” I mumble and take one of the large armchairs across from him.
“I assume you have questions,” he prompts.
“You could say that,” I retort, scrunching my nose. “What the hell is this place and is it yours?”
“This is one of several safe houses my security company has set up across the country. So I guess you could say it is mine,” he shrugs.
All his answer manages to do is piss me off. He doesn’t need to be a smart-ass with it. I can feel my temper rising once again the longer I sit here across from him. Oh, what I would give to just slap the superior look off his face. He deserves it so so much.
“I do have a house in Rockport. It’s not as large as yours, but it is on the bigger side. Four bedrooms, three baths, all the other typical features you would expect in a house. It even has a large backyard. You would most likely approve of it.”
His follow-up just proves my point even more that he needs to be slapped. Of course, he would tell me that I would approve. I have a slight suspicion that he bought it knowing it would be to my tastes, not his. I wouldn’t put that past him at all.
“Sounds cute,” I smirk, trying not to push him too far just yet. “Are you going to answer my question from the car?” My question slips out before I can wait for him to say anything further.
“Diving right in again I see.” He folds his hands on top of the desk and stares at me. “You weren’t the only one fighting for us, Emma. We just had different ways to accomplish the same goal.”
“It didn’t feel that way.” I sigh, letting the heartache from back then in once more. “You were my everything, Trevor. The light in the darkness, the air that I breathed, my reason to wake up and keep going every day. I would have done anything for you back then. If you wanted to run away, I would have in a heartbeat. I thought that was the plan after graduation, but then you left. You walked away without looking back even once. If I had known that night would have been our last night together…” I trail off leaving my thoughts unfinished.
“You would have what?” He growls pushing to his feet. “You wouldn’t have slept with me? You would have tried to shut me out to save yourself the heartache? What would you have done?”
I don’t answer him. I can’t. There isn’t a good answer because I truly don’t know. A part of me wants to say that I would have been strong and not have slept with him under the stars in the bed of his truck, but I know deep down that isn’t true. I would have done the exact same thing again, only I would have tried to persuade him to stay. I would have fought tooth and nail to make sure he didn’t leave me or at least leave without me. That boy was my heart and soul. The man standing before me is angry, maybe hardened and older, but he’s still that boy.
“Emma!” He roars moving around the desk to stand in front of me. He stares down at me, his eyes full of fire, ready to fight, to push me. “What would you have done?”
“I wouldn’t have let you go,” I answer, my voice coming out clearer than I had expected. “You were mine Trevor. Mine to care for, to cherish, to love. I would have done and given everything for you.”
“I know you would have, which is why I did what I did. You almost died two weeks before that because your father caught you sneaking out to spend the night in my arms. How the hell was I supposed to live with that on my conscience?” His voice breaks at the end, giving away a small crack in his hardened exterior. He moves away and sits on the edge of his desk.
I know how much it broke him every time he saw me injured. I know he blamed himself for it too. Never was it his fault. I made my own choices and decisions. I didn’t care if being with him meant I would get beaten. To me, it was worth it to have my small bit of happiness.
“It was never your fault,” I state softly, not wanting to truly pick a fight with him. I just need him to let his walls down and let me in. Standing, I take a couple of steps and move into the space between his legs and wrap my arms around his neck. “I made those choices knowing the consequences. Being with you was more important to me than anything else. I would do it all again in a heartbeat only I would make sure you were still beside me instead of leaving.”
Being brave I place a soft kiss on his lips and pull back slightly. Not far, I’m still close for when his walls snap and he pushes forward to kiss me the way I know he wants to. This isn’t like high school. I’m not trying to persuade him to do something that I want with sex. No, this is me reminding him that he doesn’t always need to be so tough.
“Little Vixen,” he groans, his hands grasping both my hips. “I had to protect you the only way I knew how.” His head drops to where my neck and shoulder meet as he snuggles his face into the area and breathes me in. I run a hand through his short black hair which is starting to get a little shaggy for him. I like it and wish he would allow it to grow a tiny bit longer, but I’m not about to tell him that right now.
“Would you have stayed if you knew about Alexis?”
It’s not fair to ask him the question. I know that, but I’m still curious about the answer. It’s one that has haunted me since the day I found out I was pregnant. I never did know if he would have stayed to help me with her or if he would have ran the opposite direction. Kids were never something that we had talked about. Marriage, yes? Kids just weren’t brought up.
