Page 3 of When You Were Mine

“Honestly? Not much.”

Laughing, he gave her an impatient flick of his hand.Strip.

But just as she started to unzip the back of her skirt, the phone rang. He sauntered over, leaving the flap of his jeans open. Her mouth watered, and her hands itched to touch his warm skin. She couldn’t get undressed fast enough.

“Hello?” Trevor sat on the bed, watching her peel off her clothes. “Oh, hey. Okay. Yeah, I'll give her a call. Thank you.” As soon as he hung up, he stalked over to her. She stood naked before him, and he slid his fingers through her hair, lifting it off her shoulders. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“I hope you still think so after I pop out our ninth baby.”

“Sweetheart, I could find chicken bones in the folds of your belly, and I’d still be hot for you.”

She laughed. “That was vivid. Who was on the phone?”

“It was the front desk. My agent called.”

Her chest tightened. “Oh. Wow.” How crazy would it be if he finally got a part now that they’d left LA? She felt a little sick to her stomach. It’d be such bad timing. “How did she even know we’re here?”

“She called home.”

Her dad had insisted on booking a motel to break up the fourteen-hour drive. Which meant both families knew the itinerary.

“But she can wait.” He pushed her breasts together. His hot, wet mouth closed over a nipple, and his tongue flicked back and forth. “Because right now, I’m making love to my wife.”

Lust spread in a rush, making her tingle. “Say it again.”

As he gazed into her eyes, his thumbs caressed her sensitive peaks. “First, you were that fascinating girl doing a monster dance. Then, you were my best friend and outlaw.” He kissed her again. “And now, you’re mywife.”

“My husband.” She let out a dreamy sigh. “But let’s find out what she wants, or I won’t be able to think about anything else.”

“Okay.” He kissed her on the mouth and then returned to the bed to make the call.

But she already knew. Why else would his agent track him down, other than to tell him he’d gotten a part?

This is good, right?

Yes.

Maybe.

I don’t know.

While he punched in the calling card’s code, she grabbed her clothes and headed into the bathroom.

Because she was freaking out and didn’t want to impact his decision.

This job could change the direction of their lives. What if it was a TV pilot? He’d need to live in Los Angeles. But she couldn’t go with him. She had to be with her sister.

What will happen to us?

They’d grown up in the same town. They’d moved to LA together. They’d never been apart.

Okay, calm down. We don’t know anything right now.

No, we do know something.

Trevor and I are solid. We love each other. We might have to spend some time apart, but in the end, we’ll have the money to help our families and buy Robbers Roost.

So, it’s good.

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