Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“So, I’ve got an idea.”
“Shit! You scared me,” I said with a chuckle.
He smiled but didn’t look my way. “Want to hear it?”
“Of course, I want to hear it.”
“The nights that I normally worked at Cord’s Place, I’ll plan on coming over to your place.” He turned to me and winked. “See what I did there?”
I giggled and nodded. “I did see that.”
The fun side of Trevor. I loved this side of him and wondered how many women had actually gotten to see it. As much as I wanted to not remember the good times with Trevor, I couldn’t forget them. It wasn’t like he only showed up on my doorstep for sex. When I was sick he came over for almost a week straight and did nothing but watch reruns of Friends with me. The random days he would show up after I went for a run and sit on my porch and just talk to me. The canoe ride we took were he made friends with an old man who was trying to save a duck…which landed Trevor in the lake and he hadn’t even cared. The way he pulled over once and asked if I wanted to swing on at a playground.
That was the Trevor I fell in love with. The man no one else ever saw. I even knew back then he was afraid of committing. He told me more than once, but I couldn’t push him away. Trevor Parker made his way into my heart when I was only eighteen years old, and I knew he would forever be its keeper. He had still hurt me, though, and I was not going to make this easy for him. No matter how badly I wanted him, I needed to know he was truly ready to commit to not only the baby, but to me as well before I let him back in a hundred percent.
I had been so lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t heard a word Trevor said.
“What do you think?”
“Um, I was completely lost and may or may not have been listening.”
Trevor laughed. “Is that the pregnancy brain I hear my sisters-in-law talk about?”
“Ha! Maybe, what did you say?”
“I was saying, how about if I come over here and get the nursery set up. That way you don’t have to be inhaling any fumes or moving furniture or anything. You tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
Chewing on my lip, I tried to ignore the way he made my insides melt. I didn’t want to seem too eager for his help, but I didn’t want to deny it either. It was going to be important for us to spend time together.
“You don’t mind?”
“No, not at all. Do you want to do the nursery at my house in the same theme?”
Good Lord, how does this man even know about nursery themes? Ugh. He’s going to make this paying him back thing very hard to do.
“Um, I haven’t really thought about a theme. I just liked the color yellow I saw in a magazine!”
Trevor lost it laughing. “Well, do you want a theme?”
Giddiness filled my entire body. Are we really talking about nursery themes right now?
“You don’t think we’re jinxing anything by planning the theme this early, do you?”
Trevor’s smile vanished, and he rubbed the back of his neck. Clear sign I had just given him something to stress about.
“Shit, I didn’t think about that. Maybe we should hold off?”
I shrugged. “Well, I did buy this little Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal the other day.”
“Pooh Bear?”
Thud. Why did that sound so damn sexy and make me instantly ache between my legs?
“Yep!” I said, trying not to sound like two sweet, innocent words from him had instantly turned me on.
“Jesus, I used to love Winnie the Pooh. Ask my mother. I was obsessed with him for years.”
I smiled warmly as he got lost in a childhood memory. “Do you want to do the nursery in that theme? I mean, when the time comes to do it.”
Trevor was stopped at a stop light and turned to look at me. There was no doubt I saw something in his eyes. Was that…excitement?
“How about we do that theme at my house, and you pick out something you love for your house?” he said. Clearly, he was claiming Pooh Bear.
“Two themes! You’re living on the edge, Trevor Parker.”
He went to reach for my hand but stopped himself. A tinge of regret pulsed in my chest and I wanted to extend my hand to him, but I knew we needed to move slowly. I wanted to believe with all my heart that Trevor would change, but even I had my doubts that a leopard could change his spots that quickly.
Trevor pulled into my driveway, still laughing about living on the edge. His smile came to an abrupt halt. I turned to see what he was looking at and nearly gasped when I found Eric sitting on the bench on my front porch. When he looked up and saw me in Trevor’s truck, he frowned.