Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)
“I would never intentionally hurt Trevor.”
“I know you wouldn’t, but you might unintentionally hurt him if you’re not careful. I know you don’t want to hear what your mom has to say, but maybe she’s right. Maybe you should take a step back and do some soul searching and make sure this is something you’re one-hundred-percent ready for before you wade into the deep end.”
“I think I’m already there.”
“I think you are, too, but it’s not too late for me to toss you a safety ring.”
“Why are we talking in pool lingo?”
Mo laughs. “I have no idea. Maybe because we’re both still soaking wet.”
I smile and then sigh. “I don’t agree with you and my mother entirely, but I see your point. Maybe I should talk to Trevor about this and get his take—although I don’t want to spook him.”
“He won’t be spooked. From what Rhett told me last night after we got home, Trevor’s already floating around the deep end in his raft—with a beer in one hand and an engagement ring in the other.”
“Oh no,” I laugh humorlessly, shaking my head. “We’re far from that.”
“I mean that you’re it for him. He believes in you and in the two of you together that much.” She reaches out to squeeze my hand. “I agree. Talk to him and give him fair warning that you’re a flight risk. That way he can at least be prepared.”
“I’m not a flight risk, but I’ll talk to him tonight after dinner.”
“Good. Now let’s finish here so we can get cleaned up and make it to Vivian’s on time. She’s an amazing cook. I don’t even know what she’s making, and my mouth is already watering.”
41
Trevor
“Thanks for keeping an eye on Milo while I ran home and took a shower.”
“No worries,” Mom says, looking over her shoulder. “She’s out back with Duke and Diesel.”
That little fur ball loved hanging out with me today. Normally I’d look at a prissy little thi
ng like her and think there’d be no way she’d last a minute on the ranch, but Milo is something. I had to keep a close eye on her because, well, she’s blind, but I’ll be damned if that little thing didn’t use her nose and ears to get her everywhere she needed to be.
“It smells amazing in here. What are you making?”
“Garlic chicken and loaded mashed potatoes. It’s Claire’s favorite home-cooked meal.”
“How do you know?” I ask, lifting the lid to one of the pans on the stove. There’s a white cream sauce simmering inside, and it smell delicious. “What is this?”
“I know it’s her favorite because I called her mother and asked. I made Mo’s favorite the first time we had her over for dinner after she and Rhett started dating, and I wanted to do the same for Claire.” Mom slaps my hand away and puts the lid back on the pan. “That’s a provel garlic cheese sauce for the chicken.”
“You called her mother?”
“Yes. And I even invited her and Phil to dinner. They’re out on the patio having a glass of wine and keeping an eye on Milo.”
Shit. I look down at my shirt and pants, wondering if I’m dressed up enough to meet Claire’s mother. Okay, I’m not meeting her for the first time, but that’s what it feels like.
“You look fine.” Mom stands in front of me and runs her hands down the front of my shirt. “Sharon is going to love you almost as much as I love Claire.”
“Almost?”
She smiles and shrugs. “I’m just glad you finally saw what’s been right in front of you this whole time.”
I squint, thinking back to that conversation Mom and I had in the hospital after the fire.
“There’s a girl, but your head and your heart have to be ready for her, and when they are, you’ll see her.”