Beautiful Oblivion (The Maddox Brothers, #1)(20)

“Is that . . .”

Trenton turned over his arm to get a better look. “Yeah.” We sat in silence for a moment, and then he continued. “The rumors aren’t true, ya know.”

I sat up and waved him away. “No, I know.”

“I just couldn’t go back there, with everyone looking at me like I’d killed her.”

I shook my head. “No one thinks that.”

“Mackenzie’s parents do.”

“They need to blame someone, Trent. Someone else.”

Trenton’s phone buzzed. He lifted it, took one look at the screen, and smiled.

“Hot date?”

“Shepley. Travis has a fight tonight. At Jefferson.”

“Good,” I said. “Every time they schedule one on a night the Red is open, it’s empty.”

“Really?”

“I guess you wouldn’t know that, since you go to all of them.”

“Not all of them. I’m not going tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I have better things to do than watch Travis beat somebody’s ass. Again. Besides, he doesn’t have any moves I haven’t seen.”

“Right. You’ve taught him everything he knows, I’m sure.”

“One third of everything he knows. That little shit. We beat his ass so many times growing up, he picked up on everything to keep from getting pummeled. Now he could beat all of us . . . at the same time. No wonder no one can beat him.”

“I’ve seen you and Travis fight. You won.”

“When?”

“Over a year ago. Right after . . . he told you to quit drinking before you drank yourself to death and you beat him pretty bad for it.”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not proud of that. My dad still hasn’t let me live that down, even though Travis forgave me the second it was over. I love that little bastard.”

“You sure you don’t want to go to Jefferson?”

He shook his head, and then smiled. “So . . . I still have Spaceballs.”

I laughed. “What is your obsession with Spaceballs?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. We watched it a lot as kids. It was something we did as brothers. It just makes me feel good, ya know?”

“You just keep it in your car?” I asked, skeptically.

“No, it’s at home. Maybe you can come over. Watch it with me sometime?”

I righted my posture, creating more space between us. “I’m thinking that’s a horrible idea.”

“Why?” he asked with his charming smile. “Don’t trust yourself alone with me?”

“I’m alone with you right now. Not even worried about it.”

Trenton leaned in, just a couple of inches from my face. “Is that why you just leaned away? Because you’re not worried about being close to me?”

His warm, brown eyes fell to my lips, and his breath was the only thing I could hear until the front door swung open.

“I told you not to mention the Dallas Cowboys. Daddy hates the Dallas Cowboys.”

“They’re America’s football team. It’s un-American to hate the Cowboys.”

Raegan turned on her heels, and Kody leaned back. “But you didn’t have to say that to him! Jesus!” Raegan turned to look at Trenton and me on the couch. I was leaning back, and Trenton was leaning in close.

“Oh,” she said with a smile. “Did we interrupt?”

“Nope,” I said, pushing Trenton away. “Not at all.”

“Sure looks like it—” Kody began, but Raegan turned her wrath on him again.

“Just . . . stop talking!” she yelled, and then retreated to her room, Kody following quickly behind.

“Great. They’ll probably be fighting all night,” I said.

“Just . . . go home!” Raegan said, slamming her bedroom door. Kody rounded the corner, looking distraught.

“Look at the bright side,” I said. “If she didn’t like you, she wouldn’t be so upset.”

“Her dad fights dirty,” Kody said. “I didn’t say shit until he’d been talking about Brazil for an hour. Then I tried to change the subject, and couldn’t resist.”

Trenton laughed, and then looked at Kody. “Can you give me a ride home? We’ve had a little bit to drink.”

Kody jingled his keys. “Yeah, man. I’m heading over here in the morning to grovel if you want to pick up your car.”

“Sweet,” Trenton said. He stood up, ruffled my hair with his fingers, and then grabbed his keys. “See you at work tomorrow.”

“Good night,” I said, smoothing my hair.

“You get anywhere with her, man?” Kody said, purposefully louder than necessary.

Trenton chuckled. “Third base.”

“You know what I hate?” I asked. “You.”

Trenton rushed me and turned, lying on top of me, letting his entire weight push me down. “No way. Who else can you drink Crown straight from the bottle with?”

“Myself,” I said, grunting against his weight. I elbowed him in the ribs, and he pulled himself up by the back of the couch, awkward and dramatic.