Page 17 of Stay A Little Longer
Chapter Six
“Really?”
Trent nodded when Lemon’s eyes went wide. She grinned and let out a shriek of excitement. Then she was running towards him, or at least moving as quickly as she could in the small confines of the trailer. She threw herself at him and he caught her with a grunt.
“You’re really going to stay?”
“Sure.”
“Eeek!” She squealed again and hugged him tighter.
Trent chuckled at her overexcitement and hugged her back. God, it had been way too long since he’d seen his best friend. Hell, his only friend these days. It wasn’t like any of his other celebrity friends in Nashville had been blowing up his phone to ask him how he was doing following the outing of all outings. He squeezed Lemon tight, breathing in the familiar sunshine smell of her. How this crazy, impossible, irresistible girl had become like family to him he had no idea. She’d just decided it and he’d gone along for the ride. And damn was he happy that he had.
Movement caught his eye over the top of Lemon’s head and Trent cringed as a big, dark-haired man stepped into the trailer. Green eyes pierced him, taking in the scene, noting exactly where Trent’s hands were placed on Lemon’s body.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Trent cleared his throat and began to unravel himself from Lemon’s tight grip. He may never have been formally introduced to Shane Lowry but he knew enough to know that the intense and gorgeous man eyeing him with amused irritation was none other than Lemon’s fiancé.
“Uh, Lem…” Trent eased her away from him with a gentle shove, “You might want to let go now.”
“What… why?” She pulled back from him, brows furrowed and then followed his eyeline to the door, when she snorted and turned back to him she only shrugged, “Don’t worry about Shane. I made him promise he wasn’t going to physically assault you before we came over. Didn’t I honey?”
“Twice.” The stoic man’s lips twitched. “You made me promise, twice.”
“See.” Lemon sniffed as she straightened herself, “Nothing to worry about.”
Trent ran a hand through his messy hair and eyed the two suspiciously, “Yeah, because the fact you no doubt coerced a promise out of him, twice, totally puts me at ease.”
Lemon rolled her eyes, “Don’t be a drama king. He’s not going to hit you. I told you that he doesn’t hate you. He knows I think of you like a brother and that makes you two almost quasi brothers, right? I mean he even left his gun at home because he knows you don’t like them.”
Trent scowled at the mention of a gun just as much as the fact Lemon had clearly told her intended more about him than he’d realized. Those green eyes met his again and Shane nodded understandingly. Trent looked away, uneasy with anyone knowing the mere sight of a weapon could send him into a panic attack.
But looking aside meant looking out the curtainless window, right at the beat-up silver trailer sitting opposite this one. It meant thinking about Lance again. As if the other man had left his mind at all. He remembered the way those dark as midnight eyes had softened with understanding as he took care of Trent, talked him through the panic.
And how he’d kissed Trent back when he’d made it out the other side.
“Trent?”
“Sorry, what?” He forced his gaze back to Lemon to find her staring at him with her hands on her hips and her brows furrowed.
“I said, how about I officially introduce you to my fiancé?” She tilted her head, “Are you okay? You seem… off somehow.”
With a huff he swiped his hair off his forehead again, “Couldn’t be because someone woke me up ringing my phone off the hook right?”
Shane snorted, “Told you to he was just sleeping off a bad day but no, you just had to come rushing over, didn’t you?”
Lemon stuck her tongue out at her fiancé, “Forgive me for worrying.”
“Forgiven.” Both men said at the same time and then looked at each other and grinned.
Lemon laughed, “Good. Okay then, well, Shane this is Trent Thorne, my brother from another mother and my bestie by choice.”
“Nice to finally meet you.” Trent nodded his greeting since they were too far apart to shake hands.
“And Trent this is my fiancé Shane Lowry, love of my life, member of the Fate Sherriff’s Department, fantastic father to three beautiful girls and as you know, a little bit kinky in all the best ways.”
“Lemon!” Shane groaned, his head tilting back until he stared at the ceiling of the trailer, as if he was praying to God for the strength not to spank her right then and there.
Yeah, Trent knew they were a little kinky already. Lemon told him everything. That was what best friends did. Besides, if anything, he was a little jealous. He’d always wanted a kinky bastard to call his own even if he’d prefer to be the one doling out swats rather than getting them.
