It was so powerful that it made mine feel manageable.
Turning to him, I asked, “How is Andi?”
His tongue slid over his teeth. “She was crying.”
I nodded. “Travis?”
“Shaken but holding it together because he’s with the girls.”
“He gets that from you,” I murmured.
T shot me a look. “What?”
“His strength.”
“He had that before we got to them,” Trent said quietly. “It’s why Andi is alive.” The muscle in Trent’s jaw flexed. “He shouldn’t have to be strong. Not about this.”
“Fuck.” I stared out the windshield, watching the pavement roll by as the headlights illuminated the road home. Trent was doing at least thirty over the speed limit, and when we turned onto one of the main roads, he barely slowed down.
By now, everyone around here knew this car. They knew who it belonged to and where we lived. I wondered how fast the cops would show up, and the thought spurred another.
“We’re gonna have to call the police,” I said quietly. “It’s no longer just pieces of paper.”
I thought of the box at the very top of our closet, buried behind some old blankets, and what was secreted away inside.
Trent made a sound and downshifted. “I need to see them first.”
I nodded, biting back the worry that maybe if we’d called them sooner, this wouldn’t have happened.
4
Trent
The outside lightsilluminated the massive main house, my eyes sweeping over the empty front porch as I braked to a stop right beside the SUV Travis had been driving and killed the engine. Yanking the keys and unclipping my seat belt at the same time, I moved to get out.
“Trent.” Drew’s hand on my arm stopped me.
I said nothing, just looked over my shoulder.
“Put your dick away, frat boy.”
It took a second, and then I glanced down, seeing my open jeans and soft cock half out of the waistband of my boxers.
“Shit,” I exclaimed, sitting back so I could quickly stuff it back in my pants.
“We might be in a hurry, but I don’t share.”
I let out a sound, a cross between a laugh and a groan, and lunged toward him, cupping his scruffy face between my palms. “I’m sorry our date got cut short, baby. I still want to talk. I want to hear every word in that beautiful brain of yours.”
He nodded, the action moving my arms with his head. “I know.”
“You’ll always be my favorite,” I whispered as if it wasn’t the world’s worst-kept secret.
His dimple appeared, charming in every circumstance. “I know.”
“Let’s go inside,” I prompted.
I expected Drew to fall into step with me the second I was around the hood, but he wasn’t there, and I peered around to see him inspecting the SUV.
