We heard Lexi greeting Becks, Lucas, and Nat before the younger girls’ footsteps thundered up the stairs to Lexi’s room.
Lucas and Becks walked into the kitchen.
“Thank you guys for coming over to watch the girls. I really didn’t want to leave Lexi alone with Lacey while she’s grounded and acting out so much.”
Becks shook her head.
“It's not a problem.” said Lucas, grabbing my hand to pull me in for a quick, chest-bump kind of hug. “You know we love spending time with those girls.”
“Plus it gets you two out on a date.” Becks teased, grinning.
“Yes it does. And, we need to go. Our reservations are in twenty minutes at Mellandro’s.” I said, looking at the time on my phone.
“Mellandro’s?” said Monica. “Trevor, that’s too much. I’d have been fine with a burger-”
“Shut up and let the man spoil you, woman!” exclaimed Becks.
Monica glared at her best friend as Lucas laughed.
“Shoo, you two. Get out of here. There’s no curfew. GO!” Becks started corralling us to the front door.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kids.” said Lucas, laughing at his wife’s antics.
“Call me if you need anything. Seriously, Becks. Lacey is being horrible.” said Monica as we stood on the front porch.
“We’ll be fine! GO!” Becks said, swinging the door closed.
“Well then.” I said, grabbing Monica’s hand and leading her to the passenger side of the truck. “That’s that.”
I opened the door and, before she could protest, grabbed her and lifted her up so she didn’t have to worry about her dress.
She looked at me with huge eyes.
“Trevor, I’m too heavy for you to be doing that.” she blushed, turning and buckling up.
“The hell.” I replied. “I’ve carried grown men out of burning buildings, woman. I can toss you around any time you want.”
She looked at me, her eyes slightly darker now, as she took me in.
“You have filled out quite a bit since we were in our twenties.” she spoke, her voice slightly huskier.
“You have no idea.” I smirked, shutting the door.
Chapter 13
Laughing, I threw my ice-cream cup in the trash can alongside Trevor’s. We’d had a wonderful meal at my favorite restaurant and he’d suggested dessert from the local ice cream shop with a walk in the park. Conversation had been easy and it seemed like we had picked up right where we’d left things before they’d gone so badly in our relationship.
Trevor reached over, lacing his fingers through mine like it was second nature and I felt like a thousand butterflies took flight in my stomach. This was slightly ridiculous. I was a grown woman. Divorced, two kids, widowed, and I was getting butterflies on a date with my ex-husband and father of one of my children. He looked amazing tonight. His shaggy blonde hair he always left longer in the front getting in his eyes. He always had to shake it out of them in a move that had melted me since high school.
Tight, acid-washed jeans and a polo that fit him like a second skin. I’d had trouble keeping my eyes off him all night long. He looked like he’d filled out, gotten muscular, leaner with age. While I’d gotten softer after having a couple of babies and was suddenly unsure of my body.
I’d only been with two men in my life. One when I was still young and fitter and the other my husband of fourteen years.
Even though Trevor used to know me and my body, I was terrified he wouldn’t like how I'd changed.
“What’s going through that gorgeous head of yours, Mon?” asked Trevor, yanking me closer to him and throwing his arm around my shoulder.
“Just how it's unfair men age so gracefully and women don’t.” I snorted in return, looking up at him.