The bride pulls back, a mystified expression on her face. “You— You can do that?”
Kenzie chuckles. “Sure. It’d be no trouble.”
“But won’t that be hard in heels?”
She tilts her head to the side, considering.
“I have your Converse in the truck.” When both women stare at me, I rub the back of my neck. “I brought them in case your feet got tired.”
“He’s a keeper.” The bride flicks a polished nail in my direction as her father and two staff members arrive.
While we let the venue managers sort out the mishap with their dairy goats, Kenzie pulls me toward the dance floor. The DJ has started up again, and the dance floor pulses as if wayward hooves hadn’t just trampled it.
“Should I get your shoes?” I ask when Kenzie sets her heels under a chair.
“Maybe later.” She shoots a megawatt smile, tugging me into the fray. “Right now, let’s just have some fun.”
Upping the wattage of my smile, I ignore how my lower back whines. I must have tweaked it, catching the old woman.
“You know me. Fun is my middle name.”
Chapter 24
Kenzie
Ipad toward the kitchen in my socks and striped sleep set, knowing I should be in bed. It’s just that my skin feels electrified. Every cell in my body is antsy. I’m coated in adrenaline and cotton candy and sparklers all at once. If Trevor is asleep, I’ll head back to my room and stare at the ceiling. But if he’s up…
The devastating kiss I received as Trevor helped me out of the truck when we got home keeps playing on a loop. He’d held me just off the ground, his hands firm around my waist before kissing me into oblivion. I brush my fingers over my hypersensitive lips.
Here’s hoping for a repeat.
I’ll sleep soundly if I getjust one morekiss.
Unfortunately, all I find in the kitchen is a half-drunk glass of water beside the sink. Telling myself it’s silly to be disappointed, I set out ingredients for pancakes for tomorrow. The idea of Trevor’s bleary eyes brightening when he finds out I made his favorite breakfast makes my lips lift. I don’t have Trevor’s millions, but I can do small acts with great love to show him that I care.
I almost turn back toward my side of the house when I hear a weird buzzing sound. Peeking into Banks’s room, I grin at both cats sleeping in a cozy pile. The sweet way both of Jet’s paws are tucked between Banks’s makes me want to take a picture to show Trevor. I press my palm over my heart and watch them for a few more seconds before the odd sound seems to intensify, almost like a miniature jackhammer bursting to life.
Too curious to give up the search now, I continue toward Trevor’s side of the house. His bedroom door is open, but the sound seems to be coming from his home gym. Maybe that sound is the belt of his treadmill? Maybe I’m not alone in needing to burn off this incessant energy.
I ease the door open slowly so as to not startle Trevor. The last thing he needs is to fall off a speeding treadmill and hurt himself, not when the Waves are having such a breakaway season. But I don’t find Trevor on the treadmill. Nope. He’s facing away from me on his weight bench, hunched over and shirtless.
Have I ever seen Trevor shirtless?
Surely, I must have. At least once, right?
Though I instruct my brain to try to remember, my eyes are too busy roaming the tense bunch of his shoulders, the dimples between his shoulder blades, and the muscled column of his spine. There’s a light sheen of sweat across the tops of his shoulders, like whatever he’s doing is slightly strenuous. His waist tapers to where the leather belt around his dress pants reflects the overbright gym lights.
A jolt hits me low in the belly when Trevor’s groan reverberates through the room. Then my appreciative perusal is cut short when he sits up to apply a massage gun to his lower back.
Sothatis what the sound was.
Trevor sitting upright also allows him to seemein the reflection of the gym windows. Since it’s pitch black outside, they’re basically mirrors.
“Kenzie?”
I offer a tiny wave, absolutely mortified that I’ve been caught staring. I know that we’ve officially declared our relationship to each other, and after tomorrow it’ll be all over sports media, but at my core, I’m still the nerdy girl who was never spared a second glance. A part of me is pinching myself that a man as good—andhot—as Trevor wants to be with me.
“Uh, hey.” I tuck my wild hair behind my ear. It’s misshapen from too much hairspray. “This is embarrassing. I’m sorry.”
