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“Bummer.” She pronounced.
Again, lots of missing pieces to the information she was being given. Specifically, with the “wasbest friends”. Maybellehummed with understanding then gestured to the chair next to her bed.
“You can sit, I’m not a biter just a pro napper.”
A smile tugged at his mouth making her palms sweat.
That’s a weird reaction.
“So handsome, I’m going to need you to be honest with me.” Trey’s smile grew with the nickname she used, and she thoroughly enjoyed that it affected him like that.
He nodded as he dropped into the seat next next to her.
Not much of a talker.
“People have been beating around the bush all morning regarding my family and the killer knock to the head I must have gotten that put me to sleep. So please, just be real with me, my brother, Liam, was it? He’s dead right? I’m guessing my mom is too?”
Trey’s face fell cold into a tight, stony expression, a muscle in his jaw tensing and he again nodded his response. Maybelle leaned her head back into the pillow sighing with comprehension.
There was a tragedy.
She waited for an ounce of pain, heartache to hit her, but it never came.It’s hard to ache for someone you lost when you can’t remember ever having them.
Trey watched her with the same pain filled, stoic look.
She smiled at him sweetly, “Thanks for being honest.”
He gave her a sad smile, “Of course, always.” He rasped.
Damn, the air was coated in a thick sadness and Maybelle did not like it, made heruncomfy.
“Alrighty, I need you to be honest with me again and I mean brutally honest, no lying!” She said, intentionally cutting through the solemn tension.
Trey adjusted in the seat making her notice a black notebook he held to tightly in his manly as hell hands.
“Am I hot? Or should I continue to avoid the mirrors?”
This definitely caught him off guard.
Trey’s eyes widened and then his head dropped between his shoulders as he shook with laughter, “Wow, you are not the Maybelle I knew.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” She pushed.
Trey leaned in closer showing off a straight, white, teasing smile, “I haven’t decided yet.”
Maybelle shrugged coolly, even though that smile was enough to have her kicking and giggling like a deranged woman, “Well, am I hot or not? I’m on the edge of my seat here.”
She wiggled in the bed causing some of her honeycomb curls to fall forward over her shoulder. Trey’s eyes darted to the stray locks that now draped over her chest forcing her to freeze and her damned palms were sweating profusely. He leaned in closer, slightly pressed into her bed as he took one of her curls and wound it around his finger.
Maybelle had watched his hand lift and tangle with the tuft of hair. She held her breath and surveyed the dark, heated, green depths of his eyes. She didn’t need him to answer her with words. She knew by the hunger in his eyes and the slight tremble of the curl in his hand.
Maybelle beamed at him before she whispered, “Hell yes. I’m drop-dead gorgeous, huh?”
13 Blunt, Assertive
She’s awake, she’s awake, she’s awake.
Those words were on a loop in Trey’s mind from when he got that call from his mom to when he sat and talked to Doctor Brown.
