“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. You can’t go back and change the past.”
“What’s meant to be is meant to be. There’s a thirteen-year age difference between Travis and me. Most people are weirded out by the age-gap, but the heart wants what the heart wants.” She shoves out her hand. “By the way, my name is Savannah Fletcher. Nice to meet you.”
“You also.” I clasp her hand in mine. “My name is Natalie Westbrook.”
“I hope to see you again.” She smiles and releases my grasp. “Follow me. I’ll let you out.”
“Thanks.” I let her lead the way. At the last second, I glance back to the doorway I came through. I’m such a chicken shit. I should have stayed and talked to him. But what do I say? Forgive me for ghosting you? Marry me? Risk losing another child with me?
I look down at the little angel in Savannah’s arms and swallow a sob. Damn it. I want Trey’s baby so bad. “I’ve got to go. Thanks for letting me stay here.” I rush through the door and jog to my car.
Chapter Thirteen
Trey
“You can run, Princess, but you can’t hide.” I press my lips together and jerk my jeans over my thighs and fasten the buttons. Her incessant desire to ditch me is starting to peck at my ego. But hell, if I’m going to let her win.
Grabbing my t-shirt off the floor, I shove it over my head and give one last glance at the bed. Without much effort, I can hear her pleading voice begging for release. And her laughter rolling down my spine as she forgot to hold tight to her demons. “You’ve held onto those, too long.”
I shake my head and walk through the office and out into the bar.
“Trey.” Reegan’s bright blue’s eyes light up as he runs full steam ahead toward me.
“Hey, little guy.” I scoop him up and swing him into the air. He giggles uncontrollably as I toss him above my head and catch him. “What have you been doing today?”
“Helping momma.” He grins and places his arms around my neck.
“I bet you have,” I smirk and study Savannah as she counts money and places it in the deposit bag.
“Oh, he’s been a big help.” She rolls her eyes.
Travis’ wife is a hell of a woman. She’s sassy as all get out and gives him a run for his money.
I sit Reegan down, and he scurries off to his stash of toys behind the counter. “Baby asleep?” I walk behind the bar and gaze at the Nayla laying down snuggled inside the portable crib.
“Yep. She went down about thirty minutes ago.” She arches an eyebrow. “Right after your lady snuck out of here.”
“Don’t remind me,” I growl and move back around the structure and plop on the stool.
“Oh.” She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and leans her elbows on the wooden surface. “She ‘the one?’”
I roll my neck to ease some of the tension. The scent of stale cigarettes still fills the space, but it’s not as strong as the night before. It is underscored by the overwhelming smell of lemon cleaner. “Yeah, she’s ‘the one.’ I’ve never gotten over her, and I don’t think she’s gotten over me.”
“What are you going to do about it?” She tilts her head and arches her eyebrows to her bangs. “Lots of mind-blowing sex always helps. It broke down all of Travis’ bullshit walls.”
“Woman.” Travis ambles across the wooden floor while glaring at his wife. “Quit talking shit about me, or I’ll take you over my knee.”
“Please, Daddy. I’ve been a naughty girl.” She giggles and bats her eyelashes.
“Wench.” He swings her off the ground and plasters a toe-curling kiss on her lips.
Their love and sexual chemistry practically sizzle in the air. I’d be jealous, but I felt the same spark last night. I’m going to have what they have. I just have to figure out how to get it.
Savannah slides down Travis’ body, and then, she turns toward me.
Travis crosses his arms. “What are you going to do?”
I rub a hand over my face and through my hair. “What else? Panty melting kisses, hot sex, and happily ever after.”