Page 32 of Love Unforgettable
“Yep, pretty much.”
“When’s that going to be? You know I do enjoy me a good Lovestone wine event.”
“Soon. Within the next week or so. We are still putting the logistics together.”
“So, Trevor will be back that soon?”
“Supposedly.”
As if on cue, I get a text from Trevor.
Trevor: On my way to the airport to catch the red eye. Can’t stop thinking about today. Can’t stop thinking about you. I’ll be back in a couple days. Can we get together when I return?
I can’t help the giddy feeling that rolls through my body.
Me: Absolutely. Safe travels.
Trevor: Love you, Lex.
I show the text to Kat, who smiles in return. “He’s quick with the sentiment, that’s for sure.”
“Too quick?” I ask.
“Do you think it’s too quick?”
“Sometimes I do. But then I think it’s been such a long time, that it’s not quick at all.”
“Then there’s your answer.”
“Kat, that’s no answer.”
“Lex, I love you. You and Remi are my family, my soul sisters. I want what is best for you. Always. Do I think that’s Trevor? Not necessarily. But do I want you to be happy no matter what? Yes. So, if Trevor makes you happy, then I’m happy. And if we’re both happy, then the rest is moot. Because that means that everything is happening when and how it should be. Does that make sense?”
I nod, even though I’m not entirely sure it does make sense. Or maybe it does, and I just don’t understand. Really, I just want someone to make this decision for me. The decision of whether to trust Trevor again. The decision of whether to be with him again. Our biggest obstacle has always been geography. So, if that’s no longer in the way, everything should be fine.
Right?
* * *
I wait until many margaritas later, and after I’ve Uber’d home and am climbing into bed, to respond to Trevor’s last text. Which I do with a kissy face emoji, and nothing else. I can’t risk opening my heart quite yet and admitting my feelings. There’s also no reason not to respond in kind if I can. I may be slightly conflicted, but it’s no reason to leave Trevor hanging after a vulnerable text. Except there’s another text that I hadn’t noticed from two hours prior.
Unknown: In case you were concerned, I saw Miss Mavis home safely.
Given that Cole Mason is the only person who would callbubbe, Miss Mavis, I assume that it’s him texting me.
Me: Cole?
Unknown: Yes, ma’am.
Me: Don’t call me ma’am.
Cole: My apologies, darlin’.
Me: Don’t call me darling.
Cole: I called you darlin’. There’s a difference.
Me: Really?
