CHAPTER TEN

 

A few days later, Theresa put money in the meter and hustled down the street as fast as her heels would go. She had only a few minutes to make her hair salon appointment at Seraphim’s Dream, and she didn’t want to be late. Ethel, her stylist, was a sweetheart, but she knew the hectic pace of the place. She and Charisma both needed to see the stylist for their night out, so she opted for an appointment with Connie, another stylist in the shop, instead. Three minutes late and you’d be waiting an hour to get your hair shampooed. Tonight would be her and Trevor’s first official date since returning from the cruise, and she wanted to get glammed up for a night out at the Slap Shot to see Trina’s performance.

She rushed in and hung up her coat. “Connie, I’m here!”

Heather, the receptionist, handed her a glass of champagne. “Thank you again for taking care of my Grammie Pearl. I haven’t been able to get to her house yet, but my mother said she brought back lots of presents and can’t stop talking about the fun time she had. You’re going to get blessed for handling that crowd.”

“They weren’t so bad.” Theresa laughed. It was amazing how many people thought the elderly people in their lives were troublesome. What she wouldn’t give to have her mother back. “You should visit her some time. She couldn’t stop talking about you on the cruise.”

“My grandmother can’t stop talking about it either,” Charisma said as she and Trina entered the salon. She moved in close to Theresa, gave her a hug, and said so only she could hear, “Neither can my brother.”

“Charisma. Trina.” She hugged them both then turned to Trina. “Are you ready for your performance tonight, songbird?”

“Yes. We just went shopping for a new dress.” Trina held up a garment bag. “I gave you a few days to get settled, but now I want the details on the cruise. Were you surprised when—?”

“We’ll talk later.” Theresa gave Trina eyes to keep it down. She didn’t want to be the beauty salon gossip for the afternoon.

“She’s right,” Charisma replied. “If we don’t jump into some chairs, we’re going to be here for hours. Normally I wouldn’t mind but we have big plans tonight.”

The ladies grabbed magazines off the counter and hustled to their hairdressers’ chairs. Theresa just wanted a wash and blowout to save time. She also had to make a trip to the mall get a tube of her favorite lipstick. Connie put an apron on her and sent her to be shampooed. She nestled back, closed her eyes, and as soon as the shampoo girl began to work the shampoo in a lather and massage her scalp, she drowned out the chatter going on in the front of the salon.

Since they were back on dry land and back to reality, it was time to assess where they were going in their renewed relationship. The plan was to take it day by day, but the excitement of the possibilities had her giddy every day. Trevor was still on home leave, but he did tell her that he’d have to talk to his boss eventually. She knew it couldn’t be easy to just walk away. She just hoped they wouldn’t ask the impossible of him.

The water nozzle moving over her hair pushed those pesky thoughts to the back of her mind. What mattered right now was that he was keeping his promise and he wanted to be with her. All too soon, the conditioner was being rinsed out, and she was getting toweled off.

“Thanks.” She gave Nicola a five-dollar bill for the great scalp massage and went back to Connie, but the conversation monopolizing the room made her stop in her tracks. They were talking about Trevor.

“Charisma, I saw that handsome hunk of a man Trevor at the supermarket the other day. Why didn’t tell us he was back in town? Gorgeous as ever, and he still has that nice, tight ass that I remembered. He’s gotten better with age.” Stylist Crystal spritzed herself with a small spray bottle with water in it.

“I always thought that he was a hot, sexy combo. He was cute, athletic, but he was kind of nerdy too,” Lacey, a customer who was sitting in a chair with tin foil all over her head, said.

“Not to mention the bulging muscles and still has that impeccable since of style. I tried to take a photo of him with my cell phone, but he moves really fast, like the world is on fire.”

“Maybe he was just trying to get away from you,” Ethel, Charisma’s stylist, said.

“Please do not refer to my brother as a ‘hunk of a man.’ It’s bad enough you objectify Derek, half his hockey team, and my relatives.” Charisma pointed to Derek’s autographed photo that was still draped on the wall.

Theresa carefully took her seat in the chair. She was trying to tell Connie what she wanted done, but her stylist, too busy listening to pay her any attention, handed her a magazine instead.

“I always had the biggest crush on him.” A woman lifted her hairdryer and sighed. “Well, him and Jared. It was a toss-up, but I wouldn’t have minded being in a Reed sandwich.”

“You should see him now.” Crystal fanned herself. “I don’t know what he does when he’s away, but he’s built like a brick wall.”

Trina whipped her head around. “Why don’t you give yourself another spritz and wash your mouth out with soap? Those are my cousins.”

“Trina, you dish about men all the time.”

“Yeah, but when it’s your cousins, it’s gross and rude,” Trina retorted. “Jared’s married, and Trevor’s taken.”

“I would love to trash Autumn.” Ethel sighed. “But Charisma brought her here for a haircut, and we like her. However, I still have a big gripe with Jared. He didn’t have to go all the way to Texas to find somebody.”

Charisma laughed. “Technically, they met on an exclusive tropical resort while on vacation, so save the Lone Star hate.”

“Theresa, did you have a hand in making that dream come true?”

“I was not responsible for sending him on that vacation.” She kept flipping through the magazine, trying not to lose her cool over the crude comments about Trevor.

“Is Trevor single?”

Theresa’s cheeks began to sting, like they did whenever she felt like she was being watched. It was Charisma and Trina staring holes into her. Was she supposed to speak up and say she and Trevor were dating again? She didn’t have to, Trina did it for her.

“Get back, ladies,” Trina said. “My cousin Trevor’s taken.”

“He’s been in town for two minutes. Don’t tell me he brought someone home?”

“No. She’s a local.” Trina grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“Who wiggled their hips fast enough to lock him down?”

“Theresa,” Trina said proudly.

The heat was really on as Theresa continued to browse her magazine while the entire shop gazed at her.

“If you weren’t my travel agent, I’d call you a bitch right now,” someone said.

“All that matters is that you’re not bitter about it,” Charisma announced.

Everyone in the salon erupted in laughter.

“Good for you, Theresa,” Connie said. “You and Trevor make a great couple.”

“Who makes a great couple?”

This time everyone in the salon went silent. Debra Reed had walked in, and no one had noticed.

“Hey, Mom.” Charisma waved. “I didn’t know you’d had an appointment today.”

“I’m just here for a mani-pedi. I didn’t know I’d be treated to hot gossip about my son,” Debra said.

“Sorry, Mrs. Reed.”

Theresa shrank back as much as she could behind the magazine, hoping Connie would whip her seat around and start blowing her hair out. One of the not-so-great memories of her youth was Debra thinking she wasn’t good enough for her son. She didn’t say it in so many words, but Theresa remembered the looks of disdain she used to shoot her way. Charisma had said her mom had done a lot of growing the past few years. She hoped for Trevor’s sake she had.

She let out a sigh of relief when Debra went over to talk to Charisma. Connie turned her to face the mirror and started clipping her ends. She peeked over the magazine to see Debra was now talking to Trina. Maybe she’d be spared.

“Put your game face on,” Connie whispered. “She’s coming over here.”

“Theresa. It’s been so long.” Debra announced as she walked over.

“Hi, Mrs. Reed. How nice to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too, Theresa.”

“How was the vacation to Hawaii? Were the accommodations to your liking?”

Charisma and Derek spared no expense on that getaway. They had a private bungalow that overlooked the beach and twenty-four-hour chef and concierge services. No one from the resort had called and said she was shouting from the rafters, so she thought they’d had a decent vacation.

“Everything was perfect. You planned a perfect vacation.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I like to keep my clients satisfied.”

“I’ve been meaning to bring you a housewarming present. How do you do with plants?”

“No worries.” She’d noticed Debra visiting Grandma Reed plenty of times since she’d moved in but who was counting? Three times she’d seen her. “I don’t have much of a green thumb but thanks for the offer. I think I’ve killed every plant I’ve ever had.”

“I’ll find something you couldn’t possibly kill.” Debra’s voice raised an octave.

“But—”

“Take the damn plant,” Connie said quietly as she bent down to pick up something imaginary off the floor.

“OK. Maybe something basic like a Boston fern or an aloe plant?”

“None of that basic stuff for you. After all, you’re a homeowner. You need something to tend to and add to your garden. You are planting a garden, right?”

“It’s on my list of things to have done by spring.” Theresa gulped. Suddenly she got the feeling they weren’t talking about plants anymore.

“I know. I’ll get you an orchid. They’re pretty, fragile, and needs lots of nurturing and love. I’ll bring it by this weekend.” Debra walked away and sat down at the manicurist’s table.

Charisma and Trina rushed over. “What did she say?”

“I think I was just put on notice,” Theresa muttered. “Careful. Charisma, didn’t you say your mother could read lips?”

“I don’t think so or my hide would have been tanned ages ago.” Charisma snickered.

“Trina. Charisma. Get back in your chairs,” Debra bellowed.

“Yes, ma’am,” they grumbled.

“We’ll talk later,” Trina mouthed.

The Reeds were as sweet as cherry pie, but Debra was something else. Still, she expected a more aggressive conversation when Debra finally learned about her and Trevor dating again.

 

* * *

 

Trevor put the paint brush in the can and stepped back to survey his work. The beige and periwinkle blue color scheme for Theresa’s new office space was fantastic. All that was left to do was clean up the room and be finished for the day. That would give him plenty of time to get ready for their date tonight. He enjoyed doing odd jobs around the house for her. It gave him time to mull over how fast his life was changing. Since they’d got back from the cruise, they’d spent every possible moment together. The old feelings were back full force, but there was also something new budding between them.

In addition to spending more time with Theresa, he’d enjoyed getting reacquainted with his family members too. He spent his days playing with Alexis and running errands with his grandma. He’d even dropped by his parents’ house to watch the football game with his dad. Life was now interactive, not something he watched from afar or recapped through updates from Charisma and Charles.

The unfinished business in Paris would nag at him every now and again, but the most dangerous thing he engaged in these days was fixing problems around Theresa’s house. She’d let him back into her life. After everything he’d told her, she still wanted to be with him. He was a lucky man. His grandmother’s words on the cruise continued to echo in his mind. Not many people were given a second chance.

The sound of a car door slamming caught his attention. He went to the window to see a dark-colored SUV had parked in his grandmother’s driveway, but the driver had already got out. It looked like a government or private security vehicle. He retrieved his gun from his tool bag, went over to his grandmother's house, and entered through the back door. He heard voices coming from the kitchen.

“Grandma.” He eased down the hall with the gun in his hand. “I thought I’d take a break and make some lunch for the two of us.”

“Trevor, baby, look who came for a visit?”

“Hi, Trevor.” Sam Blake waved at him when he reached the kitchen. “It’s good to see you.”

“Sam.” He tucked his gun in his waistband and covered it with his shirt. “It’s good to see you too. What brings you by?”

Grandma Reed beamed. “Sam’s in town on business and decided to stop by.”

“I remembered your standing invitation for good cooking and a hug whenever I was in the area.”

“Yes, we have to get some meat on those bones. Three kids later and you’re still thin as a rail. How about I make us something comforting like grilled cheese and tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” Sam mouthed we need to talk to Trevor.

He nodded. “Grandma, do you mind if Sam and I catch up while you prepare lunch?”

“Not at all.” Grandma Reed reached for a pot off the pot rack.

He retrieved Sam’s coat and held it for her so she could put it on, then led her outside onto the porch. A brisk wind was blowing.

“Fall is finally here.” He rubbed his hands together. “I guess you don’t get cold weather like this in Texas.”

“It gets cold.” She rubbed her arms. “I hate it when it fluctuates in the same week. The kids are prone to catching colds when that happens. How are you feeling?”

“Better, thanks.” He sat on the banister.

“Good to hear.”

“How’s J.J. and Jack, Gabe, and Deacon?”

“They’re good. J.J.’s running a tight ship at Blake Enterprises. The boys are all growing up so fast. Deacon is walking and getting into everything. Before I know it, he’ll be off to school too. I know it’s selfish, but I want them to stay young as long as possible.”

“I feel the same way about Alexis. I know I missed out on the first few years of her life, but I’d like her to remain an adorable toddler for a few more years.”

“She’s such a cutie pie. Charisma better watch out. Morgan would grab at the chance to have her full-time.”

They were making family small talk, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that something else was on her mind. “What really brings you by?”

“There’s been a development.” She leaned against the porch rail and folded her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry to pop in on you like this, but given what I have to say, I didn’t think it should be discussed on the phone.”

“Thank you for your discretion. Is this about Shannon?”

“Yes. But she’s not hurt. She’s taking it day by day. She’s showing signs that most kidnap victims display post abduction. Night terrors and depression. She’s scared to go out, and if she does, she doesn’t want to go alone. It doesn’t help that the people who took her are still at-large. It’s doesn’t matter that they’re on another continent.”

“I was afraid that might happen.” He took a deep breath, knowing he was about to ask a fragile question. “Did she get a thorough examination?”

“Yes. She wasn’t physically assaulted, thank heaven, but the psychological trauma is rearing its ugly head. But she’s tough like her old man, so I think with some time she can work through it.”

“I told her she was stronger than she knew.”

“It worked. She’s quite taken with you. So much so, she may have done something careless. I’m afraid she may have compromised you, and I’m afraid it may be my fault.”

He frowned. “How so?”

“I thought it would do her some good to get out of the house, so I invited her to the ranch to go horseback riding. Avery joined us; they’re friends. She confided in Avery about the abduction and that you saved her. She thought it was OK because you’re related to Avery.”

“How did she know anything about me?”

“In an effort to give her a sense of peace, Jack tried to fill in the gaps of the story about the efforts to rescue her and told her everything.”

“So now Avery knows?” The Reed gossip line should have been on fire by now.

“Yes, but I asked her to keep quiet. I made up some incredible story, but I think she opted to let it go when I told her it would have dire consequences for all involved. Jack talked to Shannon again, and she’s agreed to keep a lid on the details of her rescue from now on.”

He worried about the true nature of his job being revealed. He always figured he’d be outed by some whistleblower who’d stumble upon the agency’s covert purpose. But this was innocent. Shannon was hurting and wanted to share with someone caring, which was right up Avery’s alley. This could still be contained, but it was an issue he couldn’t ignore. His work depended on his anonymity and now that was not an option.

Sam continued. “I know this has put you in a precarious situation. Jack’s pretty connected in high places. He’s willing to call in a few favors to smooth over any ruffled feathers.”

“No.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Jack should save his favors for something really important, not my diminishing career.”

“Again, a thousand apologies.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He held up a hand. “In fact I owe you my thanks.”

“For what?”

“I’ve kept tabs on my family. I know you’ve been instrumental in keeping the Reeds safe. I peeped the Regency agents where Charisma and Jared live. I also noticed the black sedan with the tinted windows that makes a sweep past Grandma’s house three times a day.”

“It’s my pleasure. The safety of this family is a top priority. Rafe Kendrick is obsessive about it. Regency keeps tabs on the house, but in a way that wouldn’t unnecessarily scare your grandmother.”

“I appreciate that.” He had felt like someone was watching since he’d been home. “Give Rafe my thanks.”

“I’m putting lunch on the table,” Grandma Reed bellowed from the kitchen.

“Grandma has spoken.” He pushed off from the porch rail. “I must warn you, her tomato soup is legendary.”

“I hope she has apple pie too.”

He liked Sam. She was a tough cookie and had made a name for herself in the private security world. “Sam, the family’s getting together at the Slap Shot tonight. Trina’s singing there. Would you like to join us?”

“I’d love to, but I’m afraid after lunch I’m headed back to Texas. J.J. and I have a pact to keep the business trips to a minimum. I do my best not to be away from my family.”

“For the first time in a long while, I know the feeling.” He held the front door open for her.

Sam walked toward the door, then stopped. “One more thing. If you ever want to get out of the game, Regency would be happy to have you. Jack said he’d love to have someone with your experience on our team. Just some food for thought. I mean, if you’re thinking about re-planting your roots.”

“I’ll give it some thought.” He ushered her in and closed the door. Shannon confided in Avery and not someone untrustworthy, but there was no telling who else she could have told. The therapist she was seeing, another family member or close friend. This was shaping up to be a monumental breach of protocol. He could only imagine the angry look on Rutledge’s face when he found out about it. Still, he didn’t regret his decision for a moment. He could never have left Shannon behind, even if he had to blow his mission. He just wasn’t wired that way.

 

* * *

 

Later that evening, Trevor tugged on the knot in his red tie and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He was excited about going out for a fun night at the Slap Shot. Sam’s visit earlier in the day replayed through his mind as he cleaned up and readied for his date. Kudos to Avery for agreeing to keep what Shannon had revealed to herself. Still, he didn’t want it to become an unnecessary burden on the young woman. He’d sent a coded text to Rutledge that they needed to talk. He was expecting a call back sometime this evening.

There was a familiar knock on the bedroom door followed by a smaller, lighter one. It was his grandmother and his niece Alexis. “Come in.”

“Well. Well. Well. You look so handsome.” Grandma Reed came toward him with a box in her hand. “Just like your grandfather when he got dressed to the nines. Alexis, doesn’t Uncle Trev look nice?”

“He looks like a million bucks.” She nodded as she climbed onto his bed with her teddy bear.

“Thank you.” He laughed and kissed her on the cheek. “What are my two favorite ladies’ plans for the night?”

“Alexis and I are going to watch her favorite show, then she’s getting a bath and a few bedtime stories before I put her to bed.”

“I don’t remember you letting me stay up that late. Are you getting soft?”

She laughed. “Absolutely, that’s what great-grandmothers do.”

“You won’t be getting any visitors tonight?”

“Like who?”

“Mr. Stewart.” He raised an eyebrow. The man had come by twice for tea since they’d returned from the cruise.

“We’re just friends.” She waved a hand. “I let him down gently. I told him if he wants good conversation that’s fine, but none of that fresh stuff.”

“I know he’s an elder and I should respect him, but if he makes any frisky moves on you, I’ll have to toss him out of this house like a sack of potatoes.”

“Stop it.” She swatted at his arm. “There will be none of that. He’s a nice man, but I had the love of my life. There was and never will be another man for me like your grandfather.”

“I don’t think Grandpa would want you to be lonely.”

“I’m not. At any given moment there are twenty people in my house, and they’re all related to me.” She gently pinched his cheek, then handed him a black lacquer box that had his grandfather’s initials on it. “This is for you.”

He looked at it for a minute. It had been a long time since he’d seen anything of his grandfather’s.

“Open it up. It won’t bite.”

He opened the box to find an elegant pair of cuff links. “These are magnificent.”

“These belonged to your grandfather. He wore these on our wedding day and every special occasion we had after that. I’d like you to have them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. In addition to inheriting his good looks, you also got a few other things from him.”

“Like what?”

“You have the same swagger and sense of style.” Grandma Reed let out a wistful sigh. “He was a snazzy dresser.”

“A man should always make a bold statement with the clothes he wears.” Trevor smiled. He’d always felt like he’d had too little time with his grandfather, but he remembered the sage words he’d said. “I liked our talks. He was a straight shooter, and I learned so much about the kind of man I wanted to be because of him.”

“He loved you so much. He said you’d do great things with your life. He had great expectations for this family. He wanted all of you to chase your dreams and follow your heart.”

Had he done anything with his life? Yes. He’d saved lives. He’d stopped the wrong people from getting their filthy hands on things that would’ve been detrimental for tens of thousands of people. But all he could claim to have done with his personal life was take photos of exotic places.

“Grandma, I know this might sound confusing to you, but I have done something with my life. Good, noble things, but I’m not at liberty to discuss them with anyone. I haven’t been flitting around the world with no sense of purpose. I—” He let out an aggravated sigh. He wanted his grandmother to know he was a good man. That he embodied what she and his grandfather had taught him about doing the right thing, respecting others, and being a productive member of society.

“Trevor, I’m not dense. I know there is something you don’t tell me because you can’t. Keeping secrets to keep this family safe isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

The doorbell rang, cutting off any reply he might have made.

Trevor snagged his suit jacket off its hanger while Grandma Reed helped Alexis off the bed, and they all headed down stairs. When he opened the door, Theresa was standing there with a rose in her hand, looking stunning in a charcoal gray dress and a red coat.

“Theresa. You look lovely.”

Her smile was brilliant. “Thanks. You look devilishly handsome as usual.”

“Come in.” He ushered her inside. He glanced at his watch. “Am I late? I thought I was picking you up at seven?”

“No. I was so anxious about tonight that I got ready an hour early. Then I thought to myself, it’s a modern day and age. Why not pick him up for our date?” She winked.

“I like a woman who can take charge of a situation. I just need to get my wallet and keys and we can go.”

“Hold it, you two. I want a picture before you go. I think I left my cell phone in the kitchen.” Grandma Reed went into the kitchen to retrieve her phone.

“Grandma, I don’t think we have time,” Trevor tensely called after her.

“Calm down.” Theresa said so only he could hear. “It’s a photograph. She didn’t ask for your social security number.”

Trevor recovered. “Sorry about that, Grandma. Of course we have time for a photo.”

Trevor helped Theresa out of her coat, and they got into place for the photo.

He took in a whiff of her perfume. “You smell so good.”

“Well, it’s not as provocative at that skunky perfume Attraction, but it’s a decent scent.” She tucked the rose into the opening in his lapel.

He laughed, thinking back to the conversation on the cruise ship. She didn’t need some strong, musky scent to entice anyone. Everything about her was natural and appealing.

“OK.” Grandma held up her cell phone. “This reminds me of your prom night. Say cheese.”

“Gouda!”

They both laughed. It was their thing to name a cheese whenever they’d posed for pictures in the past. Funny, they’d thought of the same silly word. It was nice to think to back to the moments when their bond was strong. They took one more picture with Alexis and her teddy bear. Then he helped Theresa back into her coat and slipped on his own after Theresa removed the rose so it wouldn’t get damaged.

“Have a good time,” Grandma said. “Give Trina a kiss for me before she goes on stage and stay out as long as you like.”

Trevor kissed his grandmother and niece. “Goodnight. Call me if you need anything.”

“Have a good time!” Alexis said.

Trevor walked hand in hand down the porch steps with Theresa. He had a good feeling about tonight.

 

* * *

 

Theresa couldn’t believe her eyes when she stepped into the Slap Shot. It was always decorated nicely, but Derek had gone all out for Trina’s performance. There were strung lights on the wall in the shape of a tree behind the band stage, and rich fall colors draped everywhere. The table linens were a deep cranberry color and small paper lanterns were on each table. It had Charisma’s decorative touch all over it.

Charisma came charging up to them. “You two look so nice.”

“Sis, you look great, as usual.” Trevor kissed Charisma on the cheek.

“Yeah, you’re practically glowing,” Theresa said.

“Thanks.” Charisma kissed her on the cheek too. “We have a very special night planned. You’re sitting at the table near the stage with us. Dinner first, then Trina will come on stage in about an hour.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s in the back doing yoga, of all things. She says it relaxes her. Everybody in this family is on a yoga kick now.” Charisma put her hand on her hip as she gazed across the room.

“Where’s Derek?”

“In the kitchen.” She continued to squint in the direction of the bar. “The bartender has the wrong champagne. I’ve got to go.”

The hostess motioned for them to follow her. “Right this way. Derek said to inform you that a special meal has been prepared for the two of you and not to worry, he’s got it covered. I’ll have the waitress bring over your champagne.”

“Sounds intriguing.” Theresa smiled.

Trevor was gazing around at the new layout. “The Slap has changed a bit since I was last here.” He took her coat and handed it to the coat check guy. Then he put his hand on the small of her back, and they followed as the hostess led them to their table. He pulled out the chair for her. “Milady.”

“Thanks.” She tucked in her dress as she sat down. “Derek did a remodel for the stage and had a premium sound system installed so you can hear the performance from anywhere in the restaurant.”

“I like it. It gives the place a supper-club feel.” He shook his head. “If I were home more, I’d have known about the remodel.”

She grasped Trevor’s hand when their hostess left. “I need you to stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Stop kicking yourself for missing things.” She took his other hand. “No one in your life is trying to make you feel bad. Your mother hasn’t even given you a hard time about it.”

“Which is very surprising. I would’ve thought she’d have cornered me by now.” He ran a thumb over the back of her hand.

“I saw her to today at the hair salon. The ladies were gossiping about you being back in town and saying some dirty things about you.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Focus, Trevor.” She squinted at him. “Crystal said she saw you at the supermarket.”

“She did.”

“Well, one salacious thing led to another, and Trina blurts out we were dating.”

“As my cousin normally does when people need the blanks filled in.” He laughed. “What did you say?”

“About us?”

He looked into her eyes. “We are dating, right?”

“Yes. I’d say we were.” She shook her head. “Back to my point. Your mom came in and could have raked me over the coals. Instead she gave me a veiled threat using plant euphemisms. But I think it was her way of saying she hoped we could find our way to each other again because she knows how much we cared about each other.”

“That’s a turnaround from ‘you’re both too young to get serious.’”

She smirked. “We’re not young anymore.”

“Speak for yourself. I’m the second coming of Peter Pan.” He winked.

“Perhaps, but what I’m saying is that she didn’t freak out or try to butt in. Put that in the win column.”

“Maybe she’s lying in wait until the right time.”

“Or maybe she just misses her son and doesn’t want to push him away again.”

“You’re right. I am here and present with the woman whom I adore. What could be better than that?” He kissed her hand.

“Not a thing.” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“I promise. I’ll try harder with my mother.”

“Good.” Ignoring Debra wasn’t the answer anymore. They’d both have to engage with the woman and there was strength in numbers. She was beginning to trust that he’d meant what he said about staying put and having a life here with her.

 

 

 

Trevor caressed Theresa’s hand. There was a good crowd tonight. He recognized some of the guests as Derek’s former teammates, a few of the football players on the Philadelphia Titans, and some guys from the city’s major league baseball team. But his attention kept going back to the guy who’d been polishing glasses and cutting lemons at the bar. The guy kept glancing in their direction, which wasn’t a crime, but old habits taught Trevor to be aware of anyone who might be paying attention to him. Tonight was about relaxing and having a good time. His focal point was Theresa. He turned his attention back to her. They chatted and enjoyed their champagne, and the rest of the world began to fade away again. He was so engrossed in conversation with her about his travels that he’d barely heard the notification on his cell phone. He pulled out his phone and checked it. The message was contact instructions for Rutledge.

“Reese, I’ll be right back.” He kissed her hand and stood.

“OK.” She nibbled on her salad.

He followed the exit signs down the steps until he reached a door that was being held open with a crate. He looked up and down the alley. There was no one around.

He dialed the number that was on the text message.

Rutledge answered on the first ring. “We have three minutes on this line.”

“I’ll make it quick.”

“Trevor. So you’ve finally come to your senses and want back in. I can have a go package to your grandmother’s house in an hour.”

“That’s not why I’m calling. We may have a problem. I got a visit from Sam Blake at Regency. I’m afraid the cat is out of the bag on Shannon Stanton’s rescue.”

“Shit,” Rutledge muttered. “Can it be contained?”

A chill went down his spine. He didn’t like the words like contained being used when he was referring to Avery or Shannon.

“Sam assured me Regency has it covered. I am confident that all parties involved will use discretion going forward.”

“Sounds like a problem solved and good reason to get on with business.”

“No, it just reinforces my reasons to stay away.”

“I already gave you the speech. Think about it, kid.”

“Good-bye, Rutledge.”

He ended the call and looked around. The guy who was behind the bar was now at the far end of the alley too. Trevor immediately went on high alert. He’d already noticed how he kept looking at them after they sat down. There was something about this bartender he didn’t like. The guy was resting against the building wall with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, patting his pockets like he was looking for something.

“Hey, man. You got a light?”

“No, I don’t. Didn’t anybody tell you those things will kill you?”

“A bullet is faster.” The guy winked. “There are plenty more dangerous things out there than poor health habits. One can’t be too careful.”

Trevor stilled. “Excuse me?”

“You look like you like to live on the edge. Take a few chances. Ever think about if there will be big consequences?”

Trevor went over to the guy and grabbed him by the collar. “Who sent you?”

“Nobody,” the guy stammered, his cigarette falling out of his mouth.

“Trevor!” a voice called out behind him. It was Derek.

“Go back inside,” he snarled. “I was just having a chat with this smartass. Has he worked for you before tonight? He’s been watching me since I got here.”

“Jessie is one of my bartenders, and he’s been with me for over a year,” Derek said. “He’s harmless.”

“Yeah, tell him, boss. Don’t mind me. I’m a third generation smart ass. It’s a family quirk that’s gotten many of us in hot water.”

“Why were you watching me?”

“I liked your ensemble,” Jessie said. “The three-piece suit, red tie, and rose are badass. Nobody wears a waistcoat these days. People don’t take the time to put in the extra effort anymore.”

“Oh,” Trevor replied. “Thanks.”

Derek gently removed Trevor’s hands from Jessie’s shirt.

“Jessie, this is my wife’s brother Trevor. He’s a stickler for security.”

Trevor extended his hand for a shake. “I apologize. I thought you were someone else. Nice to meet you.”

“Same here.” Jessie’s hand trembled as he put another cigarette in his mouth before he took Trevor’s hand. “I have a confession to make. I was also scoping out your girlfriend. She’s a fox.”

“Quit while you’re ahead, Jessie.” Derek gave him a look to stop talking. “You get another ten minutes for another smoke.”

“Smoke?” Jessie huffed. “How about a defibrillator to get my heart pumping again?”

“I’d better be getting back inside,” Trevor said.

“I’ll join you.” Derek scratched his temple as he walked with him. “Is everything all right? Don’t worry. Security is tight tonight.”

“I overreacted. I’ve been a little tense lately. Still acclimating to civilian life.”

“It will take some time.” Derek scanned his key card to get back into the bar through the back entrance. “Jessie’s a good guy. I vet all of my employees before they work here. After that fiasco photo op when your sister and I first met, I use Regency’s background check services.”

“I’ve spent most of my life trying not to be seen, I keep forgetting that’s what you do. You go out and have fun. It’s not so uncommon that people look at each other.”

“Well, there is the occasional whacko stalker.” Derek laughed. “But tonight I’d say you and Theresa look pretty damn good for your date.”

“Grandma took our picture before we left, and I almost panicked. Theresa had to remind me that it’s what people do.”

“I know how you feel. Half the world is ‘selfie’ crazy. I didn’t mind pics with fans before, but not when Lex is around. I don’t want some nut out there knowing what my daughter looks like.”

“That’s a good practice. Until some time has passed, it’s still not a good idea for me to have my picture plastered anywhere.”

“You do what you need to do to acclimate yourself. We’re just glad you’re home. You are home for good, right?”

He took a deep breath. He was finally ready to say the words. “Yes. Don’t tell Charisma. But I’m working on it. I just don’t want to get everyone’s hopes up.”

“Your secret is safe with me, but you’d better let Theresa in on your plans right away.”

“I know. She’s the last person I want to hurt.”

Trevor made a right toward the dining room, while Derek continued on to the kitchen. But he paused before heading into the main dining area. While he was back here, he might as well wish Trina good luck on her performance.

He made his way to one of the backrooms that sometimes served as a dressing room for the live music talent.

He knocked on the open door. “Hey, superstar.”

“Trevor!”

“I wanted to wish you well out there. Although you don’t need it.”

“Thank you.” She looked him over. “You pulled out all the stops for Theresa tonight.”

“I wanted to look good for your performance.” He ran a hand over his tie. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown. You have a thriving music career. You’re not my little cousin who likes to squeal on everybody anymore.”

“I am officially an adult, but I still like being one of the little ones of the group. You know I’m grandma’s favorite, right?” She giggled.

He looked at her again. She certainly wasn’t the little girl who’d sat on their grandmother’s porch, monopolizing the phone and getting chastised for eating too many sweets. She’d blossomed into a beautiful, vibrant woman who loved to laugh and still occasionally indulged in juicy family gossip.

“You’re a good bean, Trina Reed.” He hugged her.

“You’re going to make me cry.” She waved her hands in front of her face.

“I’d better be getting back.”

“I’ll be sitting at your table when I’m finished performing.”

“Good. I get to toast your performance.”

He headed through the hall, back into the Slap Shot’s main dining area. As he approached the table, he could see someone was sitting at the table with Theresa. The dark blue suit he was wearing was nice enough, and he had an easy smile. A little too easy for Trevor’s tastes. It was time to meet the grinning idiot.

“Hey.” Theresa reached out for his hand. “What took you so long?”

“I went to wish Trina good luck.” He sat down, his eyes on the stranger. “She looks fantastic.”

“Trevor, this is Devon. Trina’s date.” Theresa’s eyes crinkled a little as she continued to smile. “Devon, this is Trevor. Trina’s cousin.”

He knew that meant she wanted him to play nice.

“Devon, nice to meet you.” Trevor extended his hand, and when they connected, the guy almost flinched from his firm grip.

“Same here, Trevor.” Devon made a reflective motion with his hand. “You must be the globe-trotting cousin Trina’s talked so much about. I bet you’ve been to some exciting places.”

“Tons. How long have you two known each other?”

“Uh. A couple of months,” Devon replied.

Theresa held up Trevor’s glass. “Have some champagne.”

“In a minute, babe. Devon and I are getting to know each other. So Devon, what do you do for a living?”

Derek and Charisma approached the table, interrupting the slew of questions he was about to hurl at the guy.

“We should have been seated with you by now.” Derek held out the chair for Charisma to sit. “We’ve been putting out small fires all evening.”

“No worries,” Theresa said. “You did a really good job transforming this place.”

Charisma surveyed all their faces. “I see you’ve met Devon.”

Trevor’s jaw ticked. “We were getting acquainted.”

Theresa gently nudged him.

“What?” he said in her ear.

“You’re doing that not-blinking thing again.” Theresa murmured. “It makes people uncomfortable.”

The waiter came to the table with salads for Derek and Charisma.

“Thank you.” Charisma attacked her salad as soon as it was set on the table.

“Hungry much, sis?”

Charisma held her hand up to her lips. “I’ve been running around all day. I guess I haven’t eaten. Did I forget to tell you? There’s a videographer here. He’s going to tape the performance. Right now he’s in the back interviewing Theresa.”

“Will he be filming the audience too?” He tried to sound as casual as possible.

“No. He’s totally focused on the star,” Derek replied.

Trevor put his arm around Theresa as the lights dimmed for Trina’s performance. He did a casual scan of the room, looking for someone or something out of place. It was a hard habit to kick. Just like sizing up Devon and giving him a bone-crushing handshake was a reactive response. He didn’t want to see Trina hurt. She was a rising star and some people would want to latch onto her for the wrong reasons. If Devon turned out to be one of those people, he was going to be sorry about it.

He relaxed and tuned in to the music. Trina was an awesome singer, and he was in good company. Tonight was about Trina, good food, and conversation with loved ones. It wasn’t the time for self-recrimination for years of missing out on this when he’d been alone and far away.