Wild Hearts – Trevor Monroe Part One – Lost Hearts Read Online Blue Saffire

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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
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It’s almost like I’d be failing Pook. I don’t think I could live with that. Picking up my spoon, I begin to stab it into my bowl.

“The truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Yeah, it does.” I sigh and scrub my hand over my face. “I just need to talk to him.”

“Things have a way of working themselves out. Allow life to take you through your doors and as you do, you will find your way on your path.”

“Thanks, Nanna. I needed to hear that.”

“Well, come on. Let’s head to the store. We can have supper when we get back.”

Trevor

“I’ll be right there,” my mama says excitedly.

I walk into the kitchen as she hangs up the phone. She has a little grin on her lips as she turns and finds me walking to the icebox. I haven’t had much of an appetite, so I grab a pop and close the door.

“Oh, there you are. Come on, I need you to drive me into town. Brad, Ann, come on now. Get your shoes on. We’re leaving.”

I pull the pop from my lips and lift a brow. My mama just smiles at me and hands over the keys to her van. I don’t get to ask any questions as she ushers everyone out of the house in a hurry.

I head into town once everyone is belted up. I can’t help but be a little curious as my Mama sits in the passenger seat, humming to herself.

“Pull over right here,” she says as we get to town.

I pull in front of the shop she points out and settle in to wait for her to go inside and do her shopping. She pauses as she sees I’m not getting out of the car with her and my siblings.

“Trevor, come on now. Get your tail out of this car.”

“Did you need my help with something?”

She rolls her eyes at me. “If you don’t get out of this car, so help me,” she growls.

“All right, all right. I’m coming,” I grumble.

I follow her into the store, my attention on the phone in my hands. Cliff wants to hang out before I leave for school. I want to head back as soon as possible.

Moses has been impossible. Maggie and Elise have told me that he won’t allow Lynn to see me. I can’t stay here knowing she’s so close yet so far away.

“Hey there, Gloria.”

I snap my head up, knowing that voice too well. I look to my mama and see the mischievous look on her face as she moves to embrace Nanna Galveston.

“How are you doing, Agatha? Fancy seeing you here,” my mother sings innocently.

“Why, Trevor Monroe, don’t you look handsome as ever. Come on over here and give me a hug,” Nanna Galveston says as her eyes twinkle.

I go to pull her into my embrace. Her familiar scent of apples and vanilla brings me more comfort than I can express. I’ve spent enough time in her home to feel like she’s my own grandmother.

“It’s good to see you, Nanna,” I say as she gives me a squeeze.

“She’s in the lamp section. You take these. I can give you tonight and the morning,” she says and presses a set of keys in my hand.

I look down at my hand and then up into her eyes questioningly. She gives me a warm smile. With a wink and a conspiratorial whisper, she says, “I didn’t sell the house. It was going to be Pook and Cliff’s wedding gift. I haven’t been able to check on the place on account of being busy with getting settled into the new place.

“Would you mind taking these candles over there for me and making sure nothing untoward has happened to the property? I don’t think you should turn on the lights. Don’t want to draw too much attention and all. I trust you’ll do the right thing. Um-hmm.”

“Yes, ma’am, I can do that for you.”

“Brad, Ann, let’s give Mrs. Galveston a ride home,” my mama chortles.

“But…”

“My little Babycakes has my car keys and I left you two a little surprise in the trunk,” Nanna says.

I smile and pull my mama’s keys from my pocket to hand them over. I then pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. Looking at her and Mrs. Galveston, I give them a huge smile.

“Thank you,” I say.

“We have your back, son. That bigheaded son of mine can’t hold on to her forever. No one can get in the way of true love, no one,” Mrs. Galveston says with conviction.

I take the bag of candles and watch as they all leave. I turn to head toward the lamps. My breath catches as my eyes land on Lynn, looking at the lamps with knit brows and her lips pursed.

I walk over to her wordlessly, smiling. I brush my pinkie against the back of her hand as I walk by. A gasp leaves her lips and she looks up over her shoulder at me.


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