“Hey,” he said, keeping it simple.
“Trevor. How are you?”
He wished she said she missed him. He missed her like crazy. “I’m great. Scarlett.” He paused for dramatic effect. He couldn’t help it—he was an actor. “I got the part.”
“You did?” Her voice sounded small, flat, and his brows drew together. “That’s great.”
“Rehearsals start in a month. I have to get my shit together, find a place and come out here. But I can’t wait.”
“I’m sure you can’t. Wonderful news, Trevor. I’m sure you’re excited.”
Say it dumbass. Just say it. “I’m definitely excited. I was hoping you’d be excited, too.”
“I’m just freaking thrilled. What do you want me to say? Yipee, I can’t wait until you leave me. Is that what you want?”
Trevor swore he heard her sob. He clutched his cell tighter, wishing like hell he was there with her. Maybe he should’ve saved this until they were face-to-face. “I’ll be home tomorrow, Scarlett. We can talk about this then.”
“I don’t think so, Trevor. What more could we have to say? You took the new job, you’re leaving L.A. I couldn’t be happier for you. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore. It would be pointless, right? We can’t be together. Long distance relationships never work.”
“Damn it, Scarlett, listen to me, we need to talk. There are a few things I need to tell you.”
“I don’t think so. Take care. Have a safe flight home.” And with those final words, she hung up.
Trevor stared at his phone in disbelief. What the fuck had happened? She’d dissed him because she thought he was leaving her. He’d wanted to ask her to go and instead he felt as if he had driven her away even more.
Shit. He ran his hand through his hair again, frustration making his blood boil. He was going straight to her place after he touched down at LAX tomorrow. And if he had to hold her down and tie her up to make her listen to him, he would do it. He was that serious.
Tomorrow, he was going to tell Scarlett Goldsmith that he loved her.
Chapter Eleven
“Why are you even calling me when you wouldn’t take my advice?”
Scarlett swallowed hard, sunk herself deeper into her pillow. She’d gone back to bed when she got off the phone with Trevor yesterday, too depressed to do anything else. Thank goodness, she was off of work for a short interim while the new cast and production was in the works. She needed a little downtime.
A little downtime so she could get chastised for being an idiot.
“Do you want me to say you were right?” Scarlett had called Brad hoping for sympathy, and he’d given her a nice dose of reality instead.
She deserved it. She shouldn’t have talked to Trevor like that, shouldn’t have pushed him away. But she always pushed him away. She did that every time someone got too close.
Well, now she was full of regret. For once, she realized she’d really made a mistake. And she wanted to beg Trevor for his forgiveness. Forget the conversation yesterday even happened. Then, then she would ask him to take her to New York with him.
God. Just thinking about that made her want to throw up. How would she ever work up the nerve?
“I definitely want you to say I’m right because I am.” Brad tsked at her. “Why didn’t you tell him what you wanted? Why didn’t you tell him how you felt?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice sounded small, weak to her own ears, and she choked back the tears that threatened. Damn it, she was done crying. She never cried. Certainly never over a guy.
Oh, she was pitiful.
“You need to call him. You need to go see him. When does he get back?”
“I think he’s already back.” She sniffed. “I can’t go see him. I don’t want to face him. What if he rejects me?”
“What if he doesn’t? Don’t you want to take that chance?”
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