Page 87 of When You Were Mine

And Trevor…

Anxiety blasted through her at the idea of losing him again.

Well, she wouldn’t think about a future that might never happen.

All she had was this moment.

Chapter Thirteen

Trevor woke up happy.

No, it was better than that. He was content.

With a grin on his face, he stretched. Before opening his eyes, he breathed in her scent, and it sent him right back into her arms, her mouth, her body. The press of his face into her neck, the sting of her fists in his hair.

She’s back.

She’s mine.

Gratitude got a hard grip on him, and he made a silent vow to never take her for granted. To always listen, pay attention. To talk to her before making decisions.

Opening his eyes, he rolled onto his side, ready to kiss her shoulder.

But her side of the bed was empty. It startled him, but it was okay. Air thick with steam reassured him she was showering. She had a busy day planned.

He’d give her some space, stay under the covers a little longer. The first thing he’d do when he got home was put his house on the market. What memories did it hold for him, other than his failure as a father and the painful loneliness of living in a home with nannies?

Besides, they’d need a place of their own.

Robbers Roost.

Yeah. Second on the list was to start looking for ranches.

They’d tour properties together, and he just knew her mind would start spinning out design and renovation ideas. He smiled when he pictured those slate-blue kitchen cabinets she’d always wanted. Had her tastes changed?

He couldn’t wait for the day both their families came together for the holidays. His childhood had been so damn sad, so quiet, that he looked forward to Christmases, birthdays, and Easter egg hunts with lots of laughter, cookies baking, and children racing around.

Me and Elzy.

Wild Billy and Calamity Jane.

Forever.

Damn, how many times had they made love last night? Arousal kept awakening him, and he’d found his hands roaming her body, his face burrowing into her neck. When he’d grabbed hold of her breast and squeezed, she’d moaned so sexily, he’d had to slide inside her hot, slick heat.

His cock went stiff at the memory. He was insatiable for her.

“Elz?” He threw back the covers, but when she didn’t answer, he tensed.

Because he remembered.

We’re not back together. I need you to understand that.

This is just one night. I need to know you’re okay with that.

No, I’m not fucking okay with that. He stalked to the bathroom. The faint dampness and scent of perfumed soap and lotion lingered, but it was empty.

When he saw she’d taken her tote bags, fear exploded in his chest. He grabbed his slacks and dug into the pockets until he found his phone.

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