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“A group of boys stole my clothes and shoes. I was stuck there, wet and cold, and you gave me your towel, stomped over to those boys, and demanded they give me my stuff back. That day you captured more than my attention. A year later, you, Mo, Rhett, Coop, and a bunch of your friends went four-wheeling at the ranch. I wanted to be just like my brothers, so I hopped on Beau’s ATV and followed you guys. I thought I was hot shit because my brothers allowed me to tag along, but I didn’t realize they were plotting against me. We stopped at old man Maynard’s creek, and the girl who was riding double with Coop hopped on my four-wheeler, and everyone took off. They stranded me there, miles away from home, and what did you do?”
Claire squeezes her eyes shut, pushing out a fresh wave of tears, and shakes her head. “Trevor.”
“Tell me, Claire. Tell me what you did.”
She leans forward, pressing her lips against mine. The salty taste of her tears on my lips is almost too much. I hate that she’s crying, but I know they’re tears of joy, because she knows what’s coming.
Opening her eyes, she whispers, “I made Noah stop, and then I got off his four-wheeler and walked home with you.”
I smile, remembering how tall I felt walking home next to Claire, even though she was way out of my league. Not only was she four years older, but every boy in our school was drooling over her—myself included.
“To you it was something simple; you didn’t want to leave me out there by myself. But to me, it meant so much more. You ditched your friends and walked three miles with me back to my house, only to get grounded for missing curfew.”
She laughs and lifts a shoulder. “It was nothing.”
“It was everything. That day you stole another chunk of my pre-teen heart and gained every bit of my respect. There’s more. Can I keep going?”
Claire nods and cuddles her body closer to mine, which is a good thing because I’m not sure I could let her go.
“A year after that, your father died. Mom got us all dressed up to attend the funeral, and I was terrified. It was the first one I’d ever been to, and on top of that, I blamed myself for his death. But Mom insisted I go. She even gave me a rose to place on top of the casket. When I got to the back of the funeral home, I lost it. I started bawling like a baby. Right there in a room full of people, I crumpled to the floor, and the only thing I remember from that moment is you wrapping me in your arms. You sat on the floor next to me and hugged me, and we cried together. You had just lost your father, and you were comforting me, completely oblivious to the guilt I harbored. I needed that hug more than anything. I may have been just shy of thirteen when I walked out of the funeral home that night, but I made a silent vow to always protect you, to never do anything to hurt you. But I also vowed I would always keep my distance, because I realized something else that night…”
Claire sucks in breath and holds it.
I smile.
“Breathe, Claire. Only good things for us from now on, baby, okay?”
She does as I ask and lets out the breath she was holding. “Please. Keep going.”
“At the lowest point in my life, in a ball on the floor of a funeral home, wrapped in your arms, I gave you every last piece of my heart, knowing I’d never see it again.”
Claire doesn’t take time to ponder my words. No, my girl is coming right at me, ready to tell me how she feels.
“And whether I realized it or not, my heart accepted your gift and held onto it until I was ready to open myself up,” she tells me. “And when that time came, it led me straight to you. I see it now; there’s a reason I haven’t been able to settle down, despite all my rules and precautions. And that reason is you. I was waiting for you, Trevor.”
Warmth unfurls in my gut, spreading throughout my body as I lay it all on the line. “I know you have a rule about dating firefighters and ranchers, and I know I don’t deserve you, Claire, but if you can break those rules, I promise to love you more than anyone else ever could. I promise to protect you and put you and your happiness above anything else, if you’ll take a chance on me.”
Claire’s smile lights up every dark corner of my soul, and I can see the answer in her eyes before she voices it.
“There’s no one else I’d rather break the rules with than you, Trevor Allen. But are you sure you’re up for dating an older woman?”
“It’s four years, Red, and age is just a number. I wouldn’t care if you were ten years older than me. It wouldn’t change how I feel about you, so whatever hang-up you have about our age difference, I’m going t
o politely ask you to get over it.”
“I think I can do that.”
“Good.” I slip my fingers up the back of her shirt, stroking them along her spine, and she sighs.
“So, we’re really going to do this?” she asks.
“We are really going to do this,” I confirm.
Claire’s pupils dilate. She blinks slowly, and I watch her eyes cloud over. “I need you to touch me, Trevor. I want you to make love to me, please.”
She squeals when I lift her up.
“Nothing else I’d rather do.”
