Page 46 of Love Unforgettable
“I have seen it,” I tell him.
He furrows his brow and swallows. “I thought you were a romance movie girl.”
“I am,” I say. “But really I’m just a movie girl. I love action movies.”
“Pinkie likes action movies, beautiful,” he says to Remi, taking another big bite. Over half his burrito is already gone.
Amazing.
“So, watch them with her.” Remi sits on the table by the food, then takes a bite of her taco and shrugs her shoulders.
“Okay!” he says.
“Cool,” I say. “And, hey, now that we are movie besties, I need some advice.”
“From me?” Chance asks at the same time Remi asks, “From him?”
“Yep,” I respond. “You’re a guy and I want to know how a guy thinks.”
“Okay,” Chance says. “Hit me.”
“I need to know if I should trust Trevor again.”
“And?” he prods.
“That’s it,” I say.
“Where’s the part about how a guy thinks?” he asks.
“Well, that’s it. I mean, if you were him, would your actions be trustworthy?”
“Pinkie, the man pretty much saved my life, I’d owe him the benefit of the doubt.”
“Okay, except that you’re not me in this scenario, you’re him.”
“Okay.”
“So?” I ask.
“So . . . are you saying I didn’t answer correctly?” he asks. “Sorry. I’m not very good at this. Remi is much better than I am.”
“She doesn’t want my advice,” Remi says, taking another bite from her taco and swinging her legs lightly under the table.
“You don’t?” Chance clarifies. I shake my head.
“Well,” he says. “What does your gut tell you?”
“I hate that question.”
“Okay.” He grabs his other container of food and opens it and eats a few bites. “So, I’m Trevor and the question is, ‘am I trustworthy’?”
“Yes.”
“Then, no. Probably not.”
His answer hits me like a lead ball straight to the stomach. I set my food aside, no longer able to eat.
“Why?” I squeak. I clear my throat and try again. “Why?”
