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“So, like… how does it work?” he asked, and the table stayed silent.
I could feel the anger coming from Jareth and Ryker, who sat on either side of me. I knew they were getting to their breaking point with Trevor. I think we all were. I felt possessive anger practically spilling from them.
“Like, do you guys swap off every other day? Do y’all just sleep in one big California king bed? Details. Give us some details.” Trevor downed half his wine glass before setting the cup down and hiccupping.
“Trevor, it’s very inappropriate to be asking my daughter those questions,” my mom said in a stern voice. She glanced at me, and I shook my head, silently telling her,“It’s okay, not your fault.”
I didn’t expect anyone to be okay with my relationship, or even understand it. I didn’t even care what anyone thought about it. But I did expect respect, especially in my own house.
And I was about to say that when I felt Jareth become tense beside me.
“You’ll do well to watch your mouth,son.” Jareth said those words so low, so deep, that even I felt chills move along my body. He had his hands on top of the table, his fingers curled toward his palms so they were in tight fists, his knuckles white.
I glanced over at him and swallowed roughly, could see how enraged he was right now as he stared at Trevor.
“Son?” Trevor started to chuckle and looked at my mother. When he looked back at us, he had a glassy-eyed expression on his face.
“Maybe you’ve had enough wine,” I said softly, trying to keep my tone easygoing. I wasn’t his mother, but he was going over the line.
And because he’d been drinking so much, it was clear his loose lips were going to get him in trouble.
“I can hold my alcohol,” he replied with a slur in his voice and grinned at me, almost challenging me to test him in his admission. He looked back at Jareth. “I guess I am young enough to be your son… and hers.” Trevor started chuckling again and glanced at me. “Tell me, Sofie,” Trevor prompted and leaned forward, his voice lowering as if he were about to tell me a secret. “Which one do you like better? Which one really knows how to push your buttons… if you know what I mean?” He wagged his eyebrows up and down and grinned.
“That’s enough, Trevor,” my mom said again, her anger clear. “You’ll respect my daughter and her guests.”
I heard a low, rough sound leave Ryker. I snapped my head toward him, felt my eyes widen as he slowly pushed himself out of the chair, his massive six-foot-four frame straightening as he commanded the entire room.
“Not only are you disrespecting the woman we love, but you’re disrespecting and embarrassing the woman right next to you.”
I watched as Trevor swallowed, the realization of how he’d ruined dinner clear on his face.
“I think it’s time we leave,” my mother said and gave me an apologetic and sad smile.
“You don’t have to go,” I said and stood when my mother did.
“Honey, I think it’s best. Trevor needs to go, and I’m not going to let him drive to the hotel in his condition.”
Trevor stood and his cheeks were flushed, as no doubt embarrassment flooded him. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. He left the kitchen, and we stood there in silence.
“I can take him to the hotel if you’re not comfortable doing it,” both Jareth and Ryker seemed to say at the same time.
“No, no. I’m fine. And he’ll be fine once he sobers up.” My mom stared at Trevor as he headed toward the front door. “The young ones always like to live life to the fullest.” She sighed and glanced back at us. “Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to him, because he makes me feel young again, and it’s been a long time since I felt that way.”
“I get it, but if he treats you like shit, Mom—”
“He doesn’t, honey. He’s got a big mouth, but that’s where it ends. Believe me, no man is going to put me down.”
I smiled, because I knew my mom was one tough cookie.
“But I’m really sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to ruin the night and embarrass everyone.”
I shook my head. “You didn’t, Mom. It’s fine. Wine gets to my head too, and it’s not like I expected him to understand this situation fully after just meeting us. It takes some getting used to.”
“He was disrespectful,” Jareth said.
“I was about ready to pop him in the jaw,” Ryker inserted next, and I gave him a small smile, knowing both of them meant well.
The next thing I knew, Trevor was walking back toward us with this sheepish look on his face. “Listen, I wanted to apologize. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. It’s not my business about any of this. I guess I let the wine, my ego, and curiosity get the best of me.” He ran his hands down his Dockers, his nerves evident. “I really am sorry though.”
