Текст книги "The Billionaire's Forgotten Fiancée"

Автор книги: Nadia Lee

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Chapter Thirteen

The dinner wasn’t as bad as Shane had feared. Zoe’s cooking was homey and quite good, and the farm workout had given him quite an appetite. Apparently Trevor felt the same because he kept quiet, too busy shoveling meat and potatoes into his mouth…although he still glared at Shane from time to time.

Zoe was an older image of Ginger, silver threading her golden hair. She gazed at her husband with deep love as he spoke about how the vegetables were doing. Shane’s heart felt funny as he watched them and Ginger, who was doing her best to pretend he wasn’t there.

“Wine, Shane?” Zoe asked, ever the gracious hostess.

Don’t want a repeat of last night. “No, thank you.”

“I’ll have some,” Trevor said.

Ginger had seated herself as far from Shane as possible. He couldn’t decide if it was her decision or Trevor’s maneuvering. She was a bit pale, the dark circles under her eyes more pronounced. Must be tired from the trip and the drama from the night before. She didn’t look at Shane or speak to him. But at least she finished everything on her plate, Shane noted with approval. She needed to gain back the weight she’d lost.

Fraser and Zoe asked about Shane’s travels, ignoring Trevor and Ginger’s behavior. Zoe sighed. “I always wanted to visit Johannesburg. Maybe one day.”

“You can go any time. Right now if you want. Say the word and I’ll have it arranged,” Shane said.

Zoe laughed. “I wish I could take you up on the offer, but there’s a lot to do here with the farm. Thank you, Shane. You’re such a sweet boy.” She put a hand over his. “Always were.”

Trevor snorted, and Ginger glared at him. “You should eat more slowly, so you can avoid making ugly noises at the dinner table,” she said.

“Ginger,” Fraser said.

“It’s true.” Ginger looked down at her apple pie. She’d eaten only half of it. “May I be excused? I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed early.”

Zoe glanced at Fraser, then nodded. Ginger stood up with her plate and left.

“Same here if you don’t mind,” Shane said. “The flight from Thailand was long and exhausting.”

“Yeah, me too,” Trevor said.

Zoe shook her head. “You didn’t have a long flight from Thailand too, did you? You said you were in Mexico.”

Trevor made a face. “I can still be tired.”

“Just finish your pie before you go,” Zoe said.

The muscles bunched in his jaw, and Shane gave Zoe a grateful glance. Then he took off after Ginger.

* * *

Ginger slipped out through the backdoor. The final dying sunshine colored the farm a deep orange.

Soon she heard another person follow her. She didn’t have to turn around to know it was Shane. Nobody else would’ve made her skin prickle with awareness. “What are you doing here?”

He stood next to her. His gaze settled over her like silk. “I wanted to apologize.”

She kept her eyes on the horizon. “Don’t.”

“Why not? It was wrong of me to leave last night.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because.” She looked up at him. Exhaustion had deepened the lines bracketing his mouth. “I’d rather you be honest. Don’t stay if you want to be somewhere else.”

“Ginger…”

“You used to tell me about how you thought your parents should divorce because they didn’t belong together. You were convinced your mother stayed with your father for the money, and your father stayed because he wanted to be able to have affairs without giving his mistresses any false hope about becoming his missus. Well, I don’t want that.”

She looked away. Brave words, but she’d be lying if she told herself she wanted him to go. Why was she even with somebody who hurt her the way Shane did?

Because when things are good, they’re really, really good. And she wanted to make things work between them so badly. She wanted what her own parents had, with him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Shane reached out and held her hand. She didn’t pull away. Tingling warmth spread from his skin to hers. I must be a glutton for punishment, she thought.

“I got a call from Dane,” he said. “He told me you were dating somebody else.”

She glared at him and tried to yank her hand away, but he held on. “You couldn’t ask me?”

“In front of my family? Not without making a scene, and I didn’t want to do that. Especially with Vanessa acting so hostile.”

“She saw me with Robert. That’s why she was like that at the dinner. I never got a chance to tell her we broke up.”

“I know that now. But at the time I was just…furious with you. And myself.” He raked his hair. “Even when Dane told me you were with another man, I wanted you. I wanted to fuck you until you forgot him…until I could take you away and make you mine.” His jaw clenched. “I never wanted to be like my dad, who doesn’t care about anything except screwing the women he wants. Even if they’re married. So I couldn’t…” He let out a rough breath. “I just had to get away…and I messed up.”

“Shane…” She squeezed his hand, her heart aching for him. “You are nothing like your dad. I would’ve never stayed with you for so long if you were.”

His laugh was hollow, self-deprecating. “Debbie was really pissed off.”

Ginger’s eyes widened. “What did she do?”

“Called me some names. Threatened a few things. I don’t really remember, because I was, uh, a little hung over.”

“Jeez. I told her not to do stuff like that.”

He shrugged. “She’s your best friend. You really should expect more from the people around you. Speaking of which…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box. “I had Mark mail your original engagement ring to me in Thailand. I was going to give it to you there, but then I thought I should make the second proposal at least as memorable as the first, even if I couldn’t remember exactly how it had gone before. I was going to do it last night, but everything got derailed when my family decided to drag us out to dinner. But I can’t wait any more,” he said, going down on one knee. “I’ve screwed up everything since the first time I saw you after the accident. But I want you to give me another chance.”

His words rushed out in a torrent, and Ginger felt her heart soften. He got wordy and spoke fast whenever he felt nervous, which was rare. His mouth set in a firm line and his gaze unblinking, he was doing a good job of looking cool, but there were taut lines around his eyes as he waited.

Her heart pounded unsteadily. A part of her wanted to run. A big part. If things went bad again, she wasn’t sure she could ever deal with it. But another part of her urged her to say yes. Most people never got a second chance. She should seize this one and make it count.

“Will you take my ring?” he asked.

With a slow smile, she extended her left hand. “Put it on me.”

He pulled out the ring and pushed it onto her ring finger. She knelt down opposite him and he rested his forehead on hers. “You’re mine.”

“Right back at you.” She tilted her mouth up for a kiss.

His lips were so soft, so gentle. His tongue darted out, licking and taunting her with teasing strokes. He tasted like Shane and happiness and apple pie, and her heart sang—he’s mine. Her core went liquid, and she tilted her head for some deeper contact, thrusting her tongue boldly into his mouth.

With a low groan, he pulled her closer, his powerful hands on her hips, fitting her body against his until she could feel his erection pressing against her belly. She rocked slowly as she put her hands behind his neck. He felt like everything she’d dreamed of, every fantasy she’d ever had about her fut—.

“What the fuck?”

Ginger jerked back at Trevor’s outraged voice. Her cheeks heated. “What are you doing here?”

“I finished my pie!” His gaze swung to Shane. “Dude, what the fuck? This is our parents’ house!”

“Calm down,” Shane said.

“Would you be calm if it was your sister?”

Ginger pinched the skin on her forehead. Now thanks to Trevor’s yelling, probably everyone within a mile radius knew what she and Shane had been doing.

“Yeah,” Shane said at the same time Ginger stood up, tugged on Trevor’s arm and said, “Come with me. Now!”

“I’m not finished with—”

“Yes, you are. And if you don’t come with me right now I’m not going to talk to you for the next half a decade.” She turned to Shane. “You stay here.”

Shane had started to get up, but stopped with one knee still on the ground. “Yes, ma’am.”

She dragged Trevor away to the barn. Cows stared at them, then flicked their tails and turned away. “Even the cows have better sense,” she muttered, then rounded on her brother once they were in the barn. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you so nasty to Shane?”

“Because he hurt you. You think I don’t know what’s going on?”

“That’s exactly what I think, unless you’ve been stalking and spying on me.”

“I don’t have to do either of those things to know what he’s doing. I’ve seen guys like that. He takes women for granted, uses them…and he sweet talks them or seduces them to get out of anything. You’re making a huge mistake if you take him back.”

“Jeez, what’s up with you? He’s not like that.”

Trevor stared up at the loft and she actually heard his teeth grinding. “I’m starting to think you’re the one with amnesia.” He stuck out a meaty hand and started using his fingers to tick off points. “He dated you, strung you along for over ten years, then finally proposed when it looked like you might ditch him, and then refused to set a date for your wedding!”

Her jaw dropped. “Are you crazy? That’s totally not how it went. We dated in high school and he followed me to college despite his parents’ opposition. His mother was absolutely livid that he chose to go to Berkeley rather than some Ivy League school. She threatened to cut off his allowance, then when that didn’t work, tried to get him to choose Stanford if he wanted to be close to me. But he insisted on Berkeley because he didn’t even want to be that far apart. You know this.

“And there was no ‘stringing along.’ I stayed with him because I wanted to, not because he tricked me. I’m not that stupid, Trevor. And just because we got engaged didn’t mean we had to set a date immediately just to please you, okay? We wanted to take our time looking at venues and their availability and go from there.”

Trevor made a frustrated sound deep in his throat. “Ever heard the saying that you only need to look at a man’s father to know how the son’s going to treat a woman? He’s emulating Salazar. Everyone knows what a womanizer that old geezer is, and I’m sure he’s thrilled to be getting divorced now so he can pursue his hobby without worrying about a wife or children.”

“Shane’s nothing like Salazar!” Ginger clenched her hands, barely restraining herself from punching Trevor. She’d never felt such a violent urge before, but her brother was infuriating. “You’ve never even met his father, or seen how Shane strives to be better than him. While we were dating, he never even looked at other women, even when they were virtually naked and throwing themselves at him. He always made me feel like I was the center of his universe. The only thing that changed all that was whatever it was that made him go to South Africa. And I still don’t know what that is because he can’t remember. And that makes me feel just…awful, like there’s a bomb in my life. I can hear it ticking, but can’t do anything about it.”

Trevor paled, flinching.

“You don’t know what that did to me,” she said. “You don’t know what it’s like to lose someone you love like that because you’ve never loved anybody the way I love Shane. He gave me my engagement ring—again—and I know he loves me. So I’m going to grab this chance and make sure we can work the problem out—whatever it is. I don’t want to be alone again. If you can’t be supportive of my decision, you can at least not sabotage it.” She let out a shuddering breath and blinked as her eyes prickled with unshed tears.

“Damn, Ginger.” He reached out and hugged her stiff body. “I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way.”

“Now that you know, what are you going to do?”

“I can’t promise I’m going to like the guy, but I’ll butt out. And try my damnedest to look the other way when I see you guys sucking face.”

She laughed, finally relieved. She would’ve hated to be at odds with Trevor over anything, much less Shane. “Thanks.” She unbent and hugged him back. “You’re the best brother any woman could ask for.”

* * *

Shane waited until Ginger came back. He hoped whatever talk she needed to have with Trevor hadn’t gone too poorly. Her brother seemed juuuuuust a trifle overprotective. Shane would’ve approved of that if Trevor hadn’t thought he needed to protect Ginger from him as well.

Soon they emerged from the barn. Trevor shot him a glance and went off, while Ginger came toward Shane. She looked so sweet and sexy, her hips sashaying. The movement was even more provocative because she wasn’t doing it on purpose.

“So… Everybody still alive?” he said.

“Barely, but he’ll behave. It’ll mean the world to me if you can be gracious to him in return.”

“Hey. Gracious is my middle name.”

She chuckled. “Sure, SLAP-y.”

He cringed. “You know about that?”

“Yup.” She peered up at him. “Do you remember mine?”

“No.” He frowned. “That puts me at a disadvantage. What is it?”

“Grant.”

“Seriously? That’s it?”

She nodded. “After Ginger Grant from Gilligan’s Island.”

He felt completely lost. “Is that in the Caribbean?”

“Nope. An old TV show and Dad was a fan. Do you feel advantaged now?”

He snorted and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “We should get going.”

“Where?”

“Back to the city. Trevor’s right. We can’t be doing the things I want to do to you at your parents’ house. I don’t want your father shooting at me or your mother poisoning my food.”

“I can’t go yet.”

“Why not?”

“I told them I was staying for a few days, and they were so excited. I don’t take a lot of time off or visit often.”

“How come?”

“Well. For holidays, we split our time at your family’s and mine.”

He stared at her, aghast. “Is it nice at my family’s?”

“Honestly? Not always.” She chewed on her lower lip. “The dinner last night was pretty decent since your dad wasn’t there. It can get pretty tense when your parents are together. Oh, and Dane.”

“That I can believe.”

“But you know…your parents live in L.A. Mine don’t. So I don’t see them as often as I’d like.” She put a hand over his chest. “Pretty please?”

“Okay. I’ll stay here with you too then.”

“Really? But—”

He kissed her. She opened up to him instantly, as though she’d been dying for his touch. He groaned into her mouth. “No buts,” he said firmly as he traced the delicate line of her smooth jaw.

“Okay,” she whimpered.

He pressed little kisses all along her neck. She shivered, and her grip on his shoulders tightened. Damn she was responsive. She probably wasn’t even aware of the tiny rocking movements of her hips that were driving him insane. He wanted to strip her and take her in the grass…except…

He pulled back. “We have to go inside.”

“But—”

“Lusty wench. Behave.” He slapped her lightly on the ass and took her elbow, starting them back to the house.

She ran her teeth across her lower lip and gave him a dark look that promised retribution. Shane shook his head. He didn’t care. His ring was back on her finger, and that was all that mattered.

Chapter Fourteen

Ginger had laid out a new toothbrush and razor for Shane to use. She giggled behind a hand at the baggy, old pajamas Trevor had lent him.

“You should’ve told me you didn’t pack,” she said. “I would’ve driven you to the store so you could pick up some stuff.”

“Wasn’t thinking very clearly this morning. I just had this overwhelming urge to come out here and get you back.”

She grinned, stupidly happy. “Well, this’s your room.” She gestured around. It was the absolute smallest room in the house, but it had a bed. Her mom had put a set of fresh sheets over the mattress.

“At the opposite end of the hall from your room,” Shane mused, looking around. There was a tiny desk by the window, which overlooked the barn. He rapped the desk with a knuckle. “And quite fragrant, if you leave the window open.”

She chuckled. “Should’ve expected that when you barged onto a farm.”

He kissed her. “Well then. Good night.”

“Night.” She closed the door behind her.

Everyone seemed to go to bed early on the farm, but Fraser explained everyone also got up early. Like five thirty, before sunrise early.

Shane lay on the small bed and stared at the ceiling. He supposed that wouldn’t be too bad if he could get himself to fall asleep soon.

The night before he’d dreamed about his parents. Probably flashbacks. His memories seemed to be coming back as he spent time with the people who’d been in his life before the accident.

So far most of the dreams had been pretty shitty. Had he had any good ones?

Probably he had, and they probably had featured Ginger. He wished he could remember them. He wished he could remember what Ginger’s favorite colors were, her favorite food, the sound of her voice when she sang—if she sang at all—and their first date and first dance and first kiss and first sex…

His mind drifted, and the tension slowly seeped out of his body. He fell asleep…

…then a hand roaming over his chest and belly woke him up. “What—?”

“Shh…” Ginger put a finger over his lips. “Trevor’s a light sleeper.”

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing what we started earlier.”

“You naughty girl.” Even as he mock scolded her, his body came to life, his cock hardening.

She slipped her hand lower and grasped it. “Ah-hah. Somebody’s happy to see me.”

“Damn, Ginger…”

“Don’t make any noise. Somebody’s going to hear.” She kissed him then, her mouth open and carnal. She licked his tongue, teasing and taunting him to thrust inside her, and he groaned against her and pulled her down over his body.

Ahh, yes.

Without breaking the kiss, she squirmed until she was straddling him. She rocked, her flesh hot even through the layers of clothes between them. She was absolutely shameless as she sought her pleasure. And it was so damn hot it was all he could do to stop himself from pounding into her now.

He pulled her nightgown up until it was bunched under her armpits. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the moonlight gave her a silvery otherworldly glow. She was so beautiful, it made him shake.

She was his.

He buried his face between her gorgeous breasts and inhaled her orchids and butter cream scent. He brought a nipple toward his mouth, and flicked his tongue over the tip, liking the way it beaded. She tightened her hands in his hair, and with a grunt, he took the whole nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

She bucked, her back arching. She pushed her torso into his face, and he cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing and fondling as he tormented her breast. The other one trembled, its exposed nipple beading like it could vicariously experience what he was doing to the one in his mouth.

He pulled back, dragging the extended nipple between his teeth. Ginger muffled a moan with her hand. He took the other one into his mouth. He wasn’t tender anymore, rough with his teeth and lips and tongue. She writhed against him, wrapping her arms around him tighter and silently begging for more.

His mouth still on her tit, he pushed her thighs apart wider. She was dripping wet, her nether lips swollen and so damn slick. He ran his fingers up and down, careful to bump into her clit every time, but not with enough pressure to make her come. He wanted to drive her to the edge, hear her beg him to fuck her. He wanted her filthy and desperate and out of her mind with need.

“More,” she moaned, her voice low and uneven.

“Not yet, babe.”

“You…are…evil.”

“And you like me that way.” He brought his juicy fingers to his mouth and licked. “Damn, you taste amazing. You have no idea what I want, do you?”

“Shane…”

* * *

Ginger teetered at the edge. She was going to die if he kept teasing her like this.

Tunneling her hands into his hair, she pulled him up for a kiss. He didn’t even hesitate. His talented mouth…Oh yes. He plundered her like he had every right to, and she loved it. She wanted him to know she belonged to him and him only. She didn’t want him to ever think about how he might end up like his parents, especially his father. She wouldn’t let him.

She moved against him and moaned with frustration. He was still in the pajamas, which were getting in the way. She rolled them over, and Shane adjusted his position so they wouldn’t fall off the small mattress. “You’re entirely too dressed,” she muttered. She reached down and undid all the buttons, laying his chest bare. When he reached for the bottoms, she slapped his hands away. “I’ll handle this.”

He cocked an eyebrow. With a wicked grin, she pulled them down slowly, unwrapping him like a birthday present. His cock sprang out. She licked her lips at the glistening tip. The veins on his shaft seemed to pulse.

She pulled him deep into her mouth. Salt and the heady flavor of Shane flooded her senses, and she moaned. He was too big for her to suck to the hilt, so she used her hands to compensate.

He hissed out a curse.

“Shhh,” she said. “You’re going to get us caught.” She resumed, licking and tasting and sucking all over his cock, leaving no part untouched. Her fingers delicately played with his balls, weighing and caressing them.

His breathing grew choppy. He braced his feet flat on the bed and thrust into her mouth, careful not to gag her. His hands clenched into fists, and the muscles in his stomach were rigid. She could tell he was close. Yes, yes.

The last time he’d come on her. This time she wanted him to come inside her so she could taste his climax.

Suddenly he grasped her arms and pulled her up. He devoured her mouth like she was a feast after a famine, while he shoved two fingers inside her. She was so primed they glided in with no problem. His kiss muffled her cry as her walls tightened around his fingers. She needed more.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot.” He thrust them in and out, only up to two knuckles. She tried to move, have them deeper inside her, but he kept an arm around her waist, trapping her.

“Shane, please…”

“Tell me.”

“I want you inside me,” she whispered heatedly in his ear. “I want you hard and hot and fucking me, claiming my body. Making me yours.”

“You’re already mine,” he said against her nape. “But damn… Do you have a condom?”

“Don’t need one. I’m on the pill.”

“But in Thailand, you said—”

“I lied.” She’d had to in order to stop him from taking her fully.

“You bad, bad girl,” he whispered and flipped her over.

She spread her legs as wide as she could, so wanton in her need. He took his weight on his elbows and plunged into her in one, harsh stroke.

She bit her lower lip at the most incredible sensation. He was so big, he stretched her to the limit. It felt like he was filling every empty corner of her body and heart.

He pushed in and out of her, each thrust hard and controlled. The delicious friction caused her walls to tighten and clench, and she tightened her jaw to contain a scream. Her breasts bobbed, and even the slight movement of the cool air seemed too much for her overly sensitive nipples.

He changed the angle of his pelvis, bumping and grinding into her clit. Her vision whitened, and she let out a silent scream as a fiery orgasm incinerated her every nerve ending. He soon joined her, his mouth pressed against the spot between her neck and shoulder as he shuddered and emptied into her.

He rolled to his back, taking her with him. He breathed roughly, sweat beaded along his hairline. With a soft smile, she traced every perfect line of his beloved face.

“Even if you don’t remember everything, you haven’t changed that much,” she whispered when they could breathe normally again.

“You mean, I’ve always been a great lover?”

She giggled. “Dirty and demanding.”

“See? Just like I said.”

She laid her cheek against his chest, listening to his heart beat. Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum. So comforting. So real. She closed her eyes. This was exactly the way it should be.

She yawned. “I should probably go back.”

His arms tightened around her. “Stay a little longer.”

“But—”

“If you fall asleep, I’ll carry you to your room.” He kissed her on the forehead.

She smiled. “Okay.”

* * *

The next morning Ginger opened her eyes in her own room and smiled to herself. Shane wasn’t just a great lover. He was the greatest lover. She just couldn’t tell him because he wouldn’t be able to fit his head through his tee-shirts.

She walked out into the hall to use the bathroom and almost ran into Trevor. “Sorry. Hi.” She grinned goofily.

“Morning.” He frowned. “You know… You really should be a little more quiet. You kept me up quite a while last night.”

Her jaw dropped. Before she could respond, he walked down the stairs.

She put her hands over her flaming cheeks. Great. So her brother had heard everything. At least her parents were heavy sleepers.

When she made it downstairs, her dad had already finished with breakfast and gone out to check on his cows with Trevor. Ginger sat at the table as her mom placed a mug of steaming coffee in front of her.

“Good morning,” Zoe said cheerfully. She had on her red apple apron, which she only wore when she was in an exceptionally good mood. “How are you feeling?”

“Not bad,” Ginger said.

Shane was at the table too and gave Zoe his most charming smile when she put more bacon on his plate. “You’re an amazing cook, ma’am. I bet not even Mark’s fancy chefs can make bacon this good.”

She gave him a side-eye, her lips twitching in a suppressed smile. “Who’s going to believe that?”

“Me. And Ginger. And anyone else who’s eaten your food.”

Zoe laughed and put a plateful of scrambled eggs, bacon and home fries in front of Ginger. “Eat. You’ve lost too much weight.”

“All right.” Ginger dug in. Zoe had fretted after she’d come back to the States with Debbie. But she hadn’t known exactly what was wrong, and Ginger hadn’t told her.

She also hadn’t told Shane, and didn’t plan to. Better to leave that pain in the past. It still hurt when she thought about it, and what would be the point of telling Shane now? Debbie had the right attitude—that it just wasn’t meant to be, but heaven would bless her again when the time was right.

Zoe went to the kitchen to look at what kind of dessert to make for lunch and dinner. Ginger leaned over to Shane. “Hey,” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Did Trevor say anything to you?”

“About what?”

She leaned closer. “Our noise last night.”

“No. Why?”

She pulled back with a scowl. “I see.”

“What’s that expression for?”

“I know what’s going on. And here I thought Trevor really heard something.”

“Heard what?” Zoe asked, coming back to the table with a pitcher of iced tea.

“Nothing,” Ginger said quickly. “I was having a dream and apparently talked in my sleep.”

“Well, don’t mind him. The slightest little noise will have him up and prowling the house.” Zoe put a hand on Ginger’s shoulder comfortingly. “More bacon, Shane?”

“Please.”

Ginger pushed her plate his way. “You can have mine too.”

“No, you’re going to eat all that.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and ate almost all of her breakfast before excusing herself to go track down Trevor.

The farm didn’t make much profit, but Fraser still worked it anyway. He said it was good to keep busy doing something physically demanding even in old age. “Keeps me young,” he said.

Finally she found them together in the vegetable garden.

“Trevor, can I talk to you for a moment?” she called out.

He wiped his face with a towel and came over. “What’s up?”

“Noisy, am I?”

Trevor shrugged.

“Since you have such amazing hearing, what kind of noise was it? A nightmare? Sex?”

“Jeez. Stop. You’re my sister.”

“I knew it.” She pointed a finger. “You were just saying that to make me behave.”

“So sue me. I’m your big brother.”

“Shane and I are engaged. You shouldn’t act so…Puritanical.”

Trevor winced. “I don’t want to imagine you doing anything with any guy.” Then he got a far-off look. “By the way… About what you said yesterday…”

“What about it?”

“Is it true? He cut all communication with you after going to South Africa?”

“Yes. Why?”

Trevor’s eyebrows pulled into a deep V. “Nothing.”

She tilted her head. “If you know something, can you tell me? It’s important.”

He looked away. “I don’t know anything.”

“Really?” she said, fishing for any information he might have.

“Hey. I’m not spying on you and Shane, despite what you think.”

Trevor went back to helping their dad, but her internal bullcrap alarm clanged loud and hard. Trevor knew something.

But why wouldn’t he tell her?