Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Okay, all right, for the summer.”
He cups the back of my neck, bringing me to his lips for another toe-curling kiss. This is definitely a different side of Trevor. He was holding back a lot during our first kisses.
When he breaks the seal on our lips, he kisses my forehead and tosses an arm around my shoulders to tug me into him. I rest my head on his chest and wrap one of my arms around his waist.
“Now, this will make Pook happy. Europe with a real romance,” he says with a smile in his voice.
He’s right; Brooke couldn’t have planned this better herself. Makes me wonder if my sister is smiling down on us, guiding what happens next. That would be so like her.
CHAPTER 9
Éclairs
Trevor
“These are so good. I’m going to be so fat by the time we go home,” Lynn gushes as she takes another bite of her éclair.
I know I said I’d give her time, but once we were in the cab and I was surrounded by her sweet scent, I couldn’t stand being so close yet so far away. I’m glad I followed my instincts.
Lynn has a genuine smile on her face. She’s been talkative and has even told a joke or two. It almost feels normal.
“These are delicious. I don’t think you have anything to worry about with your weight though. You never gain weight,” I say.
Lynn sits back and crosses her arms over her chest. A small grin teases her lips. She scans me with her gaze.
“I gain plenty. Not everyone can stay as fit as you without work,” she says.
I scoff. “I work plenty for this body, darlin’ and I like your body the way it is. However, if you put on more curves, I’d be happy to hold those too.”
She holds back the smile that threatens to spread across her face. Lynn has a great figure. Thick and curvy. At about five-six, it all fits in a nice, delectable package.
She clears her throat and looks around. I tilt my head to study her. When she turns and looks at me with wide eyes, my interest is piqued.
I lean my elbows on the table and lift a brow at her. She takes another quick glance around before she mirrors me and leans in to whisper.
“So how should we do this? What should we leave here? I think she would have wanted to leave a mark here.”
I smile at her. “I was thinking the same thing. You got any chewing gum on you?”
“Chewing gum?” she wrinkles her cute little nose at me.
“Yeah, chewing gum.”
She reaches for her bag and digs inside. Pulling out a stick of gum, she hands it over to me. I take it and pop it into my mouth.
“What are you up to, Trev?” she asks with a smile.
I keep chewing as I pull my wallet out. I take out the strip of pictures I’ve carried around with me since the day the three of us took them. In one, Lynn sits in the middle of the two of us as we all make faces at the camera.
I tear that one off and hand it over for her to look at it. She smiles down at the photo with a teary smile on her face. Nodding, she hands it back to me.
I stick the rest of the photos back into my wallet. Then I look around quickly as I take the chewed-up gum from my mouth. Sticking the chewing gum on the back of the photo, I swiftly reach under the bench I’m sitting on to press the photo beneath it.
I wink at Lynn. “This place will be ours for life now. Brooke was here.”
“Thanks, Trev. I think she would love this.”
“I’d do anything for you girls. What’s next on the list?”
“We take our first walk on the Champs-Élysées.”
“First?” I lift a brow in question.
“Yeah, we can’t do all the things in one day. We’ll make a few trips according to the itinerary.”
I groan and release a chuckle. “Do you remember how she would sing that song?”
“I do. I can’t wait to hear you sing it with that old country drawl of yours. I printed the lyrics just for you,” she sings.
“You didn’t.”
“I did. On the Champs-Élysées. Sing it with me, honey.”
“Oh, no. I’m not the one who sounds like an angel when I sing. I’ll leave that to you, darlin’.”
She gives me a coy smile. “You flirting with me, Trevor Monroe?”
“Darlin’, you’ll know when I’m flirting,” I say and lean across the table to drop a kiss on her lips. “Come on, let’s get this show on the road.”
I stand and hold my hand out for hers. My chest swells as her smaller hand settles in mine. This feels right, like where my hand always belongs.
Lynn
Brooke would have loved this. My feet ache and my face hurts from smiling so much, but I wouldn’t change a thing. However, I do wish we had more time today.