Page 72 of The Beat of My Heart
Julia: Yes.
Trevor: Good. Want to play a game?
Julia: It is after midnight. What are you doing up?
Trevor: I’ve got a lot going on, I haven’t slept well in months.
Julia: Want to talk about it?
Trevor: On the phone?
Looking down at a sleeping Charlie, I debate carrying him to his own crib. Part of me is so curious to hear Trevor’s voice. Okay, I admit it, I’m lonely, but glancing at Charlie again, all I can see is his father and as much as I love the banter Trevor and I have, it still feels like I’d be cheating.Am I always going to feel like I belong to him? The thought is upsetting. I’m in for a long, sad life if that’s the case.
Julia: I can’t. But I can text, anytime.
Trevor: Nah, I’m good. So, you want to play a game?
Pulling up my game folder, I send him an invitation to Words with Friends.
Julia: Get ready, Trev. I’m about to whoop your ass.
Trevor: Bring it on, sweetheart. Bring. It. On.
* * *
Julia:What is wrong with your friend?
Trevor: You’ll have to be more specific than that. I could make a list for Preston and we would be here for days. Loki is away, so that leaves Dex, what did he do now?
Julia: I am a HUGE fan of lists.
Julia: He sent Lanie an MLM message about Sylvie babysitting tonight and now she is blowing up my phone like a crazy person.
Julia: I can’t lie for shit so I’m having to ignore her and she will be pissed.
Trevor: I’m a list-making kind of guy myself.
Trevor: Fucking Dexter. I’m heading over there now. I’ll make sure it’s all smoothed over.
Julia: You’re the best.
Trevor: Right back at ya.
* * *
Julia:OMG! Did you hear Dexter finally got laid last night?
Trevor: No shit?
Julia: Yup, our babies are growing up.
Trevor: It’s about fucking time. Jesus. At least one of us won’t have blue balls anymore.
Julia: Awe, poor baby. You not getting any action these days?
Trevor: You could say that, I’mHoldin’ Out For the One.
Trevor: What are you wearing? (Winky face)
