Until Trevor (Until, #2)(49)
“If you need anything, call,” I tell him, patting his shoulder. He lifts his chin, walking me to the door.
“I’ll see you at the site tomorrow,” he says, as the door closes behind me. I can’t help but to feel like I just left my brother in his own personal hell.
When I get out to my truck, Nico and Asher are standing near the tailgate talking. “What’s up?” I look between them.
“She’s taking over kind of quickly,” Nico says.
“Noticed that, did you?” Asher asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know about you guys but I hope to god this isn’t some f*cked up game and that this kid is his.”
“We all know Cash wears his heart on his sleeve; he always has,” Nico says, shaking his head.
“That’s what worries me,” Asher grumbles under his breath.
“You did the same thing,” I remind him. Wanting to change the subject no one but me knows what Jules told him and it’s not my place to spread that shit. Cash is already stressed out about this if everyone knew what she was telling him. I shake my head at my own thoughts.
“I did, and that shit turned out to be a lie. I don’t want to see Cash go through that,” Asher says. I know he knows how Cash feels. His ex-claimed to be pregnant so that he would marry her, then it turned out she was never even pregnant at all; she made the whole story up so that he would commit to her.
“No matter how we feel about it, he needs our support,” I tell them, before looking at the time on my phone. “I need to head out. Liz’s brother is in town for the night dropping off his fiancée.”
“So when is he going to be here permanently?” Nico asks.
“Not sure,” I shrug, pulling my keys out of my pocket.
“Tomorrow, I won’t be at the site. I have a job with Kenton,” Nico says, looking between Asher and me. “I know that you guys don’t want to hear it, but we need to come up with a figure so you can buy me out.”
“You’re sure that’s what you want?” Asher asks.
“I told you guys before, construction is all I’ve ever known; but tracking people is something I'm good at. I love doing it.”
“It’s not safe.” I say, shaking my head.
“Neither is working on a jobsite; anything can happen when we’re building a house.”
“True. “Asher nods, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “If it’s what you want to do, find out how much your percentage of the business is worth. We’ll all get together, go over the numbers, and figure out how to make it happen.”
“I’ll let you know,” Nico says, walking towards his car. I watch him go, worried about both of my little brothers for different reasons. My phone beeps with a message. I look down reading it.
LIZ: I'm starving. Come feed me.
ME: Be there soon.
I type back the quick response, not even realizing that I have been smiling.
“What’s that smile for?” I look up at Asher and glare.
“That’s the, I'm-*-whipped smile,” Nico yells out his car window, before pulling out of the driveway.
Asher laughs, and I flip Nico off. “Gotta go,” I say, opening up my truck door.
“See you tomorrow,” Asher says, climbing into his Jeep. I give him a flick of my fingers, before starting up my truck and heading home.
*~*~*
“So how did today go?” I ask Liz, who is sprawled out on top of me. When we got home from dinner with Tim and Kara, I couldn’t get her naked and in bed fast enough. Once we finished, she climbed off me, went to the bathroom to clean up, then came back to bed with a rag, wiping me off before crawling on top of me. This is where we have been for the last two hours. When I left Cash’s house, I went straight to Mike’s house, and picked up Liz, while Tim and Kara followed behind in their car to the only Mexican place in town. We ended up staying there for a few hours, talking about everything from Tim’s talk with the detective and Kara’s pregnancy, to our engagement.
“It was good. It will be nice having Kara around. I'm excited to get to know her better, and have my nephew close when he comes; plus, it will be nice having someone to help out in the shop since mom is planning on spending more time in Alabama with George.”
“Yeah, and having her around will give you some time to start planning our wedding.”
“Do you want a big wedding?” she asks, setting her chin on the top of her hands.
“I don’t care if it’s big or small, as long as when it’s over, you have my last name.” She smiles, lifting a finger and watching as it travels over my lips.
“I still can’t believe that we’re getting married,” she says softly, still looking at her finger on my mouth.
“Why?”
“It’s just all happening so fast,” she shrugs, her eyes meeting mine.
“Not fast enough, if you ask me,” I grumble.
She laughs, rolling off me to her back, covering her face with her hands. “Who knew that Trevor Earl Mayson would complain about not being tied down fast enough?”
“Tied down? I like the sound of that.” I roll on top of her, pinning her hands next to her head.
“You’re not tying me down,” she says, her chest rising and falling quickly.