Page 78 of Love Unforgettable
“Let me just go tell Mavis and Babs what we’re doing,” Lexie says.
I open the passenger door and wait for Lexie to return. It may be her car, but I’m still driving. And before you get the wrong idea, it’s not a chauvinistic thing, it’s a chivalrous thing. There’s a difference.
She comes back a moment later. “They are going to crash in the guest room at my house.”
“That saves me another trip to town later,” I say. She gets in the car and I shut the door after her then move around and get in on the other side.
“Thank you for driving,” Lexie says. “I just don’t know if I can handle it right now. In fact, and I mean this, I don’t know what I would have done without you tonight.” I peek in the rear-view mirror and see that Paisley has already shut her eyes again and her head is lolling to the right side.
“I’m glad you didn’t have to find out then. That guy, you’re done with him, right?”
“Ohmigod. SO done. More than done.” She lowers her voice then turns around to peek at Paisley.
“She’s out,” I tell her.
“I can’t believe I was so stupid where Trevor was concerned. I mean, who doesn’t realize their boyfriend is married?”
“Lots of people,” I tell her.
“I feel like you have to say that because you’re my main cheerleader right now.”
I laugh at her. “Make no mistake, sweetness. I don’thaveto ever say anything. Especially not something I don’t mean or something I don’t want to say. If I tell you something, it’s cause it’s true. And I will be your main cheerleader for as long as you’ll allow it.”
“Sorry. I don’t mean to doubt you. It’s just been a rough week. Everything with Remi and her boyfriend, and then Trevor coming back and helping with that, my dog getting hurt, more Trevor, throwing myself at you and you rejecting me, finding out Trevor is—”
“Whoa, hold on a minute.” I put my hand on her leg to get her attention. And find I kind like it there. I also like how she jolted when I did it.
This ain’t no one-sided lightning bolt.
“Let’s get one thing extremely clear,” I say. “I did not reject you.”
“Uh, I tried to kiss you, you turned me down,” she says.
“That was not a rejection. It was a postponement. A rescheduling, if you will.”
“A what?” she laughs.
“A rescheduling. Where it’s still gonna happen, just at a different time.”
“You think so?” she asks.
“I know so,” I say. She places her hand on top of mine, still on her thigh, and interlocks our fingers.
“Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“There a reason why I shouldn’t be?”
“No, I suppose not,” she says softly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“How can you be so certain about you and me? Especially since we’ve never kissed or even dated. You barely know anything about me.”
“You rescue dogs in need?”
“Yeah.”
“You take on a surrogate grandmother who had no one else?”
