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“God, that’s a long story.”
“I have time.”
So, I tell my brother all about how Trent and I first got together. Our rekindled friendship after years apart and then our night together, although I leave out the details because…yuck. I am not about to talk about my sex life with my brother.
When I finish, Will just smiles. “I’m happy for you two.”
“You’re not mad?”
He frowns. “Why would I be mad?”
I shrug. “Because Trent was more your friend than mine, at least after high school.”
“Yeah, and he’s a good guy. I know he’ll be good to you. Hell, he gets my endorsement hands down over any of the other assholes you’ve dated in the past.”
I roll my eyes, knowing he’s not wrong, but not totally willing to admit it. Trent is definitely nothing like the guys I’ve dated before, which still scares me, especially the deeper we get.
Trent makes me feel things I thought were a myth, and a part of me is still wondering if the rug is going to get ripped out from under me.
“Do you think Gina’s the one?” I ask.
Will’s penetrating stare tells me he’s not sure where I’m going with this subject change, but he answers nonetheless. “Yes.”
“You can take a minute to think about it,” I say, a little breathless that he was able to answer so quickly. Isn’t he afraid she could leave him, or hurt him? What if he freaks out again? He didn’t even take a second to think about that.
As if he can read my mind, he responds, “I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it. All the time we were apart, in fact. Being without Gina was hell for me, a deeper hell than the one I’d been living in.” He folds his hands and leans his elbows on the table. “I spent a lot of years letting my past dictate my future, and it didn’t get me anywhere. Now that I’m working through all that, I finally feel like I can move forward with my life, and the only one I want to move forward with is Gina.”
Picking at the cuticle on my thumb, I hesitate to ask him what I really want to know, but Will and I have kept enough from each other, and it’s time we have an honest conversation. “Do you think Dad was part of the problem?”
He lets out a heavy sigh before answering. “A little, yeah. But it was mostly Candace. I got my closure with Dad after the draft.” His gaze locks on mine. “But you’ve never gotten closure, have you?”
I shake my head, fighting against the pressure in my chest, and long-buried emotions battle inside me.
“Elise told me she was looking for him,” I say and then nibble on my lip wondering if I should tell him that I want to find him too.
“She found him,” he says.
My eyes widen in surprise, and my voice comes out hoarse. “What?”
“She called me last night because I asked her to tell me first if and where she found him. He’s in Vegas. She wants to fly out and see him…well, more like confront him.”
I should’ve known she’d find him. My little sister has always been tenacious, and now I know exactly who I’ll be calling once I leave, since Elise hasn’t called me yet. I know I need closure of some kind—if therapy has taught me anything so far, it’s that. I’m just not sure what that’ll look like.
I know that he’s a big reason why I’m so afraid to trust my relationship with Trent. Which means if there’s even a chance for Trent and me to have a real future together, then I need to face my past.
30
Trent sits across from me at the conference table as we discuss our plans for the next week leading up to the release of the documentary. We’ve arranged several press events with the band, both private one-on-one meetings and two larger events that will be open to the public and everyone involved in the making of the documentary.
Normally, I’m the most focused person in the room, and given that I’m leading the charge on this one, I really should be. But Trent is sitting there looking fucking delicious in a tight-fitting black T-shirt that shows off the tattoos running up and down his arm and looking at me with heat in his eyes, like he’s imagining me naked. Seeing as how he’s seen me naked nearly every damn day, that’s probably not hard for him.
What is hard is staying focused when he’s so damn distracting. I’m struggling to remember that other people are in the room, and I can feel my cheeks heating in embarrassment when Megan, one of my team members, gently kicks me under the table. I break my gaze from Trent and realize it’s my turn to speak.
Whoops.
“Okay,” I say, clearing my throat and trying to dispel the lusty thoughts I was having about the sexy rock star whose grin tells me he knows exactly what I was thinking about. “So, we’ll be doing a social media blitz.”
“Will we get copies of that so I can get it on the band’s social media pages?” Robbie asks.
