The vehicles are registered in his wife’s name. We haven’t got a clear identification on any of the drivers because of the tinted windows and they never exit the vehicles.
To say I’m frustrated is a fucking understatement.
Eric followed us tonight, making sure we aren’t being tailed. The coast is clear for once. Brooke wants to meet Trevor, and I couldn’t say no if it will ease her mind.
She’s fidgeting with her hands in her lap, and I reach over, squeezing them reassuringly. “Don’t be nervous, baby. It’s just us and Trevor. Eric said everything’s fine.”
She nods, but her anxiety is potent as she stares out of the window. As the warehouse comes into view, I pull into the secluded lot, parking infront of the door. Shutting off the truck, I twist in my seat, snaking my fingers through her silky hair. “Look at me.”
She lifts her beautiful brown eyes to mine. “It’s been a week since we were last followed. You wanted to meet Trevor, and that’s why we’re here. Everything’s okay.” While my voice is confident, a knot twists in my stomach. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“I know. I guess meeting Trevor makes it all real.” The worry in her eyes guts me.
Gripping her wrist, I pull her across the bench seat, cupping her face in my hands. “This is real. Me and you. All this other shit doesn’t matter. All you have to do is trust me to keep you safe.”
“I trust you.” Her soft whisper is my undoing.
Surging forward, I crash our lips together, surrendering to the storm between us, steadily rising to its uncertain peak.
She’s a blessing and a curse.
She’s my altar, a place of peace and worship.
She’s my greatest distraction, the world ceasing to exist.
A car door slams, proving my point. I didn’t hear Trevor pulling up beside us.
She jerks away, looking out of the window, her eyes widening. “Holy shit, Gabe. He’s massive!”
She stares at Trevor with a tinge of fear, and I smother a grin. He’s six foot five, retired military, and has the physique of a body builder. Hell, I’m a big guy, and he makes me feel average.
Jumping out of the truck, I open her door when I reach her side, helping her out. I stifle a grin as she glues herself to my side. Gripping her hand, we enter the warehouse where he’s already waiting for us. “Trevor, I’d like you to formally meet Brooke Monroe.”
She steps forward, confidently holding out her hand. Trevor’s lips twitch as he grips it with a firm shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Trevor. I appreciate you coming. I know it’s risky, but I wanted to meet the man who’s tasked with protecting me.”
Fuck, I’m proud of her.
“It’s nice to meet you Ms. Monroe.” Trevor releases her hand, and we move further into the building.
“Please, call me Brooke.”
This place used to be a manufacturing plant years ago. The company went under, and no one ever bought it. The metal walls are rusted, and the floor is damp with moisture and debris. It’s located in a rural part of town, so I thought it was a good venue for our meeting.
Brooke stops, looking up at Trevor. “I’m not sure how this works. I’m assuming you can’t tell me much about yourself, but anything would be nice.” She smiles kindly.
He steps forward, towering over her. “There’s not much to tell. I’m a veteran with no family, and this is all I know. My purpose in life is to protect people, and I’m honored Gabriel chose me to watch over you. I’ll keep you safe, Brooke.”
She doesn’t say anything.
They both stand there, eyes locked, sharing an unspoken understanding.
All of a sudden, she wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Trevor. I’m confident you’ll scare the shit out of anyone who comes near me.”
I chuckle as he pats her on the back awkwardly. He looks to me for help, but I shrug my shoulders, letting him know he’s shit out of luck.
I’m enjoying this.
As if sensing his discomfort, she releases him. “I’m sorry. That was probably weird.”
