“No, you’re going to eat all that.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and ate almost all of her breakfast before excusing herself to go track down Trevor.
The farm didn’t make much profit, but Fraser still worked it anyway. He said it was good to keep busy doing something physically demanding even in old age. “Keeps me young,” he said.
Finally she found them together in the vegetable garden.
“Trevor, can I talk to you for a moment?” she called out.
He wiped his face with a towel and came over. “What’s up?”
“Noisy, am I?”
Trevor shrugged.
“Since you have such amazing hearing, what kind of noise was it? A nightmare? Sex?”
“Jeez. Stop. You’re my sister.”
“I knew it.” She pointed a finger. “You were just saying that to make me behave.”
“So sue me. I’m your big brother.”
“Shane and I are engaged. You shouldn’t act so…Puritanical.”
Trevor winced. “I don’t want to imagine you doing anything with any guy.” Then he got a far-off look. “By the way… About what you said yesterday…”
“What about it?”
“Is it true? He cut all communication with you after going to South Africa?”
“Yes. Why?”
Trevor’s eyebrows pulled into a deep V. “Nothing.”
She tilted her head. “If you know something, can you tell me? It’s important.”
He looked away. “I don’t know anything.”
“Really?” she said, fishing for any information he might have.
“Hey. I’m not spying on you and Shane, despite what you think.”
Trevor went back to helping their dad, but her internal bullcrap alarm clanged loud and hard. Trevor knew something.
But why wouldn’t he tell her?
Chapter Fifteen
Shane and Ginger left the farm after two more days. They hugged Fraser and Zoe—only Ginger hugged Trevor—and promised to visit again soon, maybe even spend the Fourth of July with them. That had perked up her parents so much that Shane had felt guilty. Just how little time had Ginger spent with them on holidays?
He hadn’t wanted to drive separately, but she didn’t want to leave her car behind, and he didn’t think Mark would appreciate him leaving his precious Aston Martin at the farm.
“Follow me to my place,” he said.
“I don’t need to. I know where you live.” She blinked up at him. “Do you?”
“Of course I do.” Mark’s GPS had Shane’s place programmed. Technology was a wonderful thing.