Trevor
“Mom?” I called out, looking into each room I passed.
“Out here, Trevor,” I heard her answer from the back patio.
I opened the French doors and was greeted with my mother’s smile as she put the finishing touches on the outdoor table.
I leaned over so she could kiss me. “So why are we eating out here tonight?”
“It’s such a lovely evening, and I thought it might make everyone more comfortable than sitting in that stuffy dining room. You don’t think anyone will mind, do you?”
“Of course not,” I said. “It’s beautiful out here. Don’t worry.”
And it was beautiful. The patio was topped with a massive white pergola, the beams draped in heavy greenery. The centerpiece was a large rectangular table that sat eight; it was covered in a soft ivory tablecloth and my mother’s favorite china. Candles and blue flowers overflowed small silver pitchers running the length of the table, and a wrought-iron candelabra flickered overhead.
“You do know that not even I can keep Sofia from tearing this stuff off the table, though, don’t you?” I popped a grape into my mouth.
“Oh, she’s with Mina’s parents tonight. And just as well,” she said. “If Sofia were here all the attention would be on her.”
Shit. With Sofia making faces across from me, I would have had something to distract me from Joel.
“Tonight is about Mia. And I’m really hoping that she and Joel hit it off.” She continued flitting around the patio, lighting candles and making last-minute adjustments, completely unaware of my anguish.
I was screwed. As I was contemplating making a run for it, I heard Scott—on time for once. “Where is everybody?” he yelled, his deep voice echoing through the empty house. Opening the door for my mother, we stepped inside, finding my brother in the kitchen.
“Sooo, Trevor,” he began, leaning his lanky frame against the counter. “Excited about tonight?”
I waited until Mom left the room again to eye him skeptically. “I guess,” I answered, going for casual. “I think Mom made lemon squares. My favorite.”
“You’re so full of shit. I’m looking forward to watching Cignoli make a play for Mia in front of everyone. Could make for an entertaining evening, don’t you think?”
Just as he was pulling a chunk of bread from one of the large loaves on the counter, Mina walked in and swatted his hands away.
“Do you want to send your mother into a fit by ruining the dinner she has planned? You be nice tonight, Scott. No teasing or joking with Mia. You know she has to be nervous enough about all this. Lord knows she puts up with enough crap from this one,” she said, gesturing toward me. This story is hosted at novelping dot com.
“What are you talking about?” I was growing tired of the overeager Mia Dawson fan club around here. “I haven’t done anything to her.”
“Trevor.” My father stood in the doorway, motioning for me to come with him. I followed him out of the kitchen and into his study. “Please be on your best behavior tonight. I realize you and Mia don’t get along, but this is our home, not your office, and I expect you to treat her with respect.”
Clenching my jaw tightly, I nodded in agreement, thinking of all the ways I’d disrespected her in the past few weeks.
While I went down to the washroom, Joel arrived, bringing a bottle of wine and a few variations on his eager greetings: a “You look fantastic!” for Mom, a “How’s the baby?” for Mina, and a solid handshake-and-man-hug combination for Scott and Dad.
I lingered down the hall, mentally preparing myself for the night ahead.
We’d been good friends with Joel growing up and throughout school, but I hadn’t seen him since coming home. He hadn’t changed much. He was a bit shorter than me, with a slim build, jet-black hair, and blue eyes. I suppose some women would consider him attractive.
“Trevor!” Handshake, man hug. “God, man. How long has it been?”
“A long time, Joel. I think since right after high school,” I answered, shaking his hand firmly. “How have you been?”
“Great. Things have been really great. How about you? I’ve seen your pictures in magazines, so I guess you’re doing pretty well for yourself.” He patted my shoulder amiably.
What a dick.
I gave a small nod and a forced smile in return. Deciding I needed a few more minutes to think, I excused myself and headed up the stairs to my old room.
Just walking through the door I felt calmer. The room had changed little since I was eighteen. Even while I was out of the country, my parents kept it virtually the same as the day I left for college. Sitting on my old bed I thought about how I’d feel if Miss Dawson actually became involved with Joel. He really was a nice guy, and though I hated to admit it, there was definitely a chance they might hit it off. But the thought of another man touching her made every muscle in my body clench.
I thought back to the moment in the car when I told her I couldn’t stop. Even now, with all my false bravado, I didn’t know if I could.
Hearing a renewal of greetings and Joel’s voice downstairs, I decided it was time to man up and face the music.
As I cleared the final landing, I saw her. Her back was to me . . . and the air left my lungs.
Her dress was white.
Why did it have to be white?
She was wearing some sort of girly summer thing that stopped right above the knee and showed off her long legs. The top was made of the same material, with little ribbons tying it together at the top of each shoulder. All I could think was how much I would love to pull those ribbons loose and see it all fall around her waist. Or maybe drop to the floor.
My lips twitched in amusement, watching her play the part in front of my family. “Miss Dawson,” I replied, nodding. Our gaze never broke, even as my mother called everyone onto the patio for drinks before dinner.
As she passed, I turned my head, speaking in a voice low enough that only she could hear. “Successful shopping trip yesterday?”
Her eyes met mine, that same angelic smile on her face. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She brushed by me, and I felt my entire body stiffen. “And by the way, a new line of garter belts came in,” she whispered before following everyone else outside.
I stopped and my jaw went slack as my mind raced back to our tryst in the dressing room at La Perla.
Up ahead, Joel leaned in close to her. “I really hope you didn’t mind the flowers I sent to your office yesterday. I admit it was a bit much, but I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” I felt a knot tighten in my gut as Joel’s words snapped me out of my dirty daydream.
She turned back to look at me. “Flowers? Did I have flowers delivered?”
I shrugged and shook my head. “I left early, remember?” I walked by on my way outside to make myself a Belvedere vodka gimlet.
As the evening wore on, I couldn’t help but keep track of her in my peripheral vision. When dinner finally began, it was apparent that things were going relatively smoothly between her and Joel. She was even flirting with him.
“So Mia, Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery tell me you’re from North Dakota?” Joel’s voice interrupted yet another fantasy—this one of my fist hitting his jaw. I looked over to see him smiling warmly at her.
“That’s right. My dad is a dentist in Bismarck.
Never was much of a big-city girl. Even Fargo felt huge to me.” A small chuckle escaped my lips, and her eyes shot to mine. “Amused, Mr. Montgomery?”
I smirked as I took a sip of my drink, staring at her from above the rim. “I’m sorry, Miss Dawson. I just find it fascinating that you don’t like the city, and yet you choose the third-largest city in the U.S. for college and . . . everything after.”
The look in her eyes told me that under any other circumstances, I would either already be naked with her on top of me, or lying in a pool of my own blood on the rug.
“Actually, Mr. Montgomery,” she began, the smile returning to her face, “my father remarried, and since my mother was born here, I came to spend some time with her before she passed.” She stared at me for a moment and I had to admit I felt a hint of guilt twisting in my chest.
It was quickly suppressed when she looked back over at Joel, biting her lip in the innocent way that only she could make look so damn sexy.
Stop flirting with him.