Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
When I find Trevor, he’s at the desk. I close my eyes and remind myself that I’m not going to do more than be friends with him. It’s probably best if I don’t cry out for his help.
“Lynn.” Cody places a hand on my shoulder.
“I’ve never flown before,” I push out, a little above a whisper. I open my eyes. He gives me a warm smile.
“Oh, okay. My little brother hates flying. I usually sit with him to keep him from freaking out. Total bummer. He squeezes the shit out of my hand every time,” he says.
I give a short laugh. “Good thing I’m not sitting by you, right?”
“Well, let me see your ticket. Maybe we can go get them to change our seats,” he says and winks.
“That’s not going to be necessary,” Trevor drawls, stopping right before us. “Come on, Cakes. We’re moving to first class. They’re asking for your ticket and ID.”
“First class?” I say dumbly.
“Yeah, the seats are bigger. We’ll get to sit together. Drink this.” He hands me the bottle of water Tom rushes over to him.
I take it as I realize how thirsty I am. My hands are trembling a little as I open it. I take a sip, avoiding everyone’s eyes.
“I think she was having a panic attack,” Cody says.
“I got that,” Trevor says sort of harshly. “I have her too. Come on. They’re going to let us board early so I can get you settled.”
I look at Trev with my mouth open. He’s glaring at Coby with his jaw set. I take Trevor in for the first time. I mean, really look at him.
He’s dressed in a white T-shirt and blue jeans, with black cowboy boots. He makes the simple outfit look so damn good. He’s filling out that T-shirt.
However, upon closer inspection, it’s clear his muscles are corded tightly beneath his shirt. The tension in his entire body is visible. His fists are even clenched tightly at his sides.
I pop up from my seat to defuse the situation. I know Trev too well to sit here and not move. He picks up my carry-on bag and places a hand on the small of my back.
“I need your ticket and ID, darlin’,” he says.
I pull them out and hand them to him as we reach the counter. It’s not until I have a new ticket and he’s guiding me onto the plane that I realize he’s been rubbing soothing circles on my back.
I look up at him. “How did you get us on the plane early?”
He gives me a brilliant smile. His eyes sparkle with it, taking my breath away. I chide myself.
He’s just a friend. Nothing more will happen between us. It can’t. My daddy would kill me.
“You should know by now that I’ll always take care of you. I saw you about to freak out. It wasn’t a matter of if they would do it. It was how fast,” Trevor says.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
“Anytime.”
Trevor
She’s so beautiful. I can’t tear my gaze away from her as she sleeps. We’ve been in the air for six hours so far and my hand still tingles from where she squeezed it as we took off, but I’m not complaining. I’ll hold her sweaty palm again just to make sure she’s okay.
I reach to brush a hand along her hairline, unable to help myself. She opens her lids slowly and her gaze lands on mine. Those pretty brown eyes come into view.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you,” I whisper.
“It’s okay. How much longer?”
“We have about three more hours to go.”
“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes and wiggles in her seat, turning toward me. “I never thought about this part.”
“Yeah, but it’s not so bad, right? You fell asleep almost as soon as we got in the air.”
She smiles. “Yeah, I guess. Still can’t wait to step on solid ground again.”
“Soon,” I murmur. I know I shouldn’t. I’ve noticed that she’s still pulling away from me, but I ignore my gut and say the words anyway. “About us, I thought we could talk.”
She lowers her lashes. “On a plane full of people?”
I swallow and nod. “I see your point, but we need to talk.”
“Trev, I need a friend. Can you be that for now?”
“For now, yes, I can be that.”
Her eyes light up and she straightens in her seat. “Good, because Pook wanted to play cards with you on this trip. It was in her journal. You cheated her last time and she was determined to kick your butt. I packed cards to do just that.”
I stifle a laugh so I don’t disturb everyone else on the flight. “You’re on,” I say and pull down the table for us to play.
She pulls a fresh deck of cards from her backpack at her feet. When I see they’re Uno cards, I smile broader. This could get heated.