“Scarlett? You’re scaring me.”
Trevor’s voice pulled me out of the quiet moment. Opening my eyes, I faced him with a forced smile.
“I’m okay. I think I was having an anxiety attack. At least, that’s what I always pictured an anxiety attack would be like.”
“Look at me,” he demanded.
“I am looking at you.”
He took my hands and squeezed them. “I want you to look at me, not through me. Look at me.”
Our eyes met. A calm sensation drifted over me like a cooling mist during a hot summer day. Other people walked by us. They stared like they were dying to know what in the world was going on.
“It’s okay, Trevor. I’m okay, I promise you. I just wasn’t ready for a crazy ex of yours to cause a scene in a restaurant.”
“She was not an ex. I’ve never dated anyone, Scarlett. Only you. She was a mistake, like all the others, but I can’t change my past. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from her.”
I lifted my hand and placed it on the side of his cheek. “So much has happened to us this last year.”
He scoffed. “That’s the truth.”
“I’m not going to lie and say I can bury that jealous side of me that hates knowing you were with other women. No woman would ever be able to do that. It’s human nature. I can promise you, though, that nothing will ever change my love for you. Nothing.”
Closing his eyes, Trevor pressed his mouth in a tight line.
“We just got engaged. The last thing I want to talk about is what just happened in there with that vile woman.”
Sitting up, I placed his hand on the side of my stomach. The baby was going crazy, and I was sure Trevor would feel at least one kick, maybe two.
His brows lifted, then he smiled. “What is she doing?”
“Gummy Bear is pissed we walked out before dessert.”
This time Trevor tossed his head back and let out a hearty laugh. One that rumbled right through my body and straight to that lower part of my anatomy that ached for him.
When he stopped laughing, he stood and took my hand. “Come on. let’s get my girls some dessert.”
“You’re hell bent that this baby is a girl, aren’t you?”
“Yep. And I’ve accepted the fact that I’ll have to be on my toes twenty-four-seven around you two.”
With a shake of my head, I let Trevor lead us to the truck. With my silly moment of jealousy past, I let myself relax into the knowledge that life had never been so beautiful. The small little kick to the left of my stomach told me the baby agreed.
Lifting my cowboy hat off my head, I wiped at the sweat. It was the hottest day on record for March and the damn month had just begun.
Mitchell let out a groan and leaned against the truck. “Shit, I don’t remember it ever being this hot in March. Mother Nature is being a bitch.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, she is. At least a small front is moving through next week for the spring fling. It won’t be so terrible.”
“How is Harley liking the vet who came in to work while she’s out?” Wade asked Tripp, who was currently throwing bales of hay into the back of the ranch truck.
He stopped, took off his hat, and poured his bottle of water over his head. Standing back up, he answered Wade.
“She likes her. Plus, with Scarlett helping out, things have been running pretty smooth. Of course, Harley doesn’t want to hear that. She broke down crying yesterday and said she was sick of being at home and felt like a beached whale. I feel really bad for her.”
“I’m honestly surprised she’s made it this close to her due date!” Mitchell said.
“Yeah, so are we. Dr. Buten is saying we need to induce, and Harley is perfectly fine with that. With her due date in less than three weeks, she is more than ready to get those babies out.”
We all laughed.
I took a drink of water and looked at Tripp. “What do you think you’re having?”
He shrugged. “I don’t care, as long as they are both healthy, I’m good with anything.”
“Girls. I bet you’re having girls,” I declared.
A look of terror washed over his face. Steed slapped him on the back. “Girls wouldn’t be so bad.”
“One, maybe, but two?” Tripp said, a shake in his usually calm voice.
Cord rode up on Bullet and jumped off the damn horse before it even came to a stop.
“It’s about time you showed up to do some work, asshole!” Mitchell called out.
Cord headed straight to Tripp.
“You need to get home. Harley’s been trying to call you, and your phone is going straight to voicemail.”
Tripp pulled out his phone and cussed. “Fuck, it’s dead.”
He looked at Cord, fear etched all over his face. Mitchell and I pushed off from the truck and headed over to Cord.