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)
CHAPTER 47
Setting Up Options
Donna
Four months later…
I’ve been working Trevor Monroe since freshman year. Only death would have set him free from me. Too bad he didn’t get that lucky.
He fucked up his draft chances, but I still have hope. I was so focused on him getting to the draft I hadn’t been listening to Corinne when she talked about the Monroe oil and livestock wealth. This still could work.
Thank goodness for insurance plans. One drunk night and my future is set. Trevor will never know what hit him. I’m almost positive the baby will look just like him. The Monroes have strong genes. I’ve thought this one through.
“I wonder what team he would have ended up on. I would have loved to live in LA. Oh, maybe New York or Atlanta would have signed him,” I muse to myself.
I would’ve done any of those places. Anywhere but here in Texas. Although, the ranching and oil business seems to have done well for this family by the looks of this place.
Maybe when Trevor finishes rehab, he can land on a team next year. He’s such a great player. They could still want him, right?
Ugh, three or four years and then he could retire from football and take over this place. Gah, but all this mud and horse shit is bound to work my last nerve. Maybe there’s a way to make this work and never have to step foot in this place.
“There’s a lot of money to be had,” I murmur and pat my belly.
“Donna?”
I roll my eyes as I hear the country twang in his voice. Don’t get me wrong, Trevor has it too. It’s just Cliff seems to be a bit too country for me.
I turn to him with a sweet smile. “Hey, Cliff, how are you, sugar?”
“I’m fine. What are you doing here?” he asks and looks around as if someone’s going to jump out from someplace. Then his eyes drop to my belly and grow wide.
At five months, I’m starting to pop. This is the perfect time for me to reveal to Trevor that we’re having a little one.
“I came to meet Trevor’s family. He and I need to have a talk.”
Cliff rubs the back of his neck. “He’s not the greatest company these days—”
“I’m not worried about that. I have just the thing to cheer him up.” I place a hand on my little bump and stroke it.
“Um, okay, if you say so.”
“I’ll see you later then, Cousin Cliff,” I sing and wave, dismissing him.
“All right then, see you later,” he says and scurries off.
I turn to look back out at the horses and turn my nose up. Nope, this ranch life isn’t for me. I’m so glad Trevor has talent. I’m more suited to be a football wife and I’ll do anything I have to to secure that future.
“Even tell a few lies,” I say under my breath with a smile.
Trevor
“Hey, Trev. Can we come in here and color with you?” Ann asks as she and Brad peek into the living room where I’m sitting.
“Sure, come on in here,” I say, instantly feeling bad.
Everyone’s been walking on eggshells around me. Not that I’m not giving them reason to. Yeah, I have a bad attitude these days.
It seems like Lynn has blocked my calls and I have no idea why. Initially, after I came to, I asked everyone not to say a word. I wanted her to focus on her music, not me.
Things have really taken off for her. I didn’t want to be a distraction in all of that. The Lynn I knew would have dropped everything to make sure I was all right. I had planned to call her myself once I was out of the hospital and able to talk to her without a ton of beeping machines to give me away.
If not for my injuries and rehab sessions, I would have been on a fucking plane to find out what the heck is going on. No one will tell me anything. I’m annoyed as hell and pissed off at the world.
Every time I turn on the radio or TV, I hear her voice or see her pretty face. I’m so proud of her. However, I know her too well and something ain’t right.
It’s in her eyes. She may smile for the cameras, but it never reaches her eyes. I know it’s not because of her daddy keeping us apart. The Galvestons won’t give me any information, yet they seem to be as baffled as I am.
“Here, you can color my Thor,” Brad says, pulling me from my thoughts and handing me the page he ripped from his coloring book.
I hate the cautious sound of his voice and the wariness I feel coming from them both. I glance at Ann and she’s peeking at me through the curtains of her blonde hair. I release a sigh and tug them both into my sides as best I can.