“IpromiseI will talk to him.”
Trevor smiled triumphantly. “That’s all I ask. Thank you.” He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “See ya.”
Trevor made his way down her porch steps and was almost to his truck when Olivia yelled out, “Hey, Trev?”
He stopped and turned around. “Yeah?”
“Did you know? About Mikey, I mean.”
Looking guilty but resolved, he said, “I did. I know you’re probably sick of hearing it, but it was for your protection, as well as your brother’s. I’d say I’m sorry, but the truth is, I’m not. I went against my gut once, and it cost me three friends. I wasn’t going to lose another one.”
Without another word, he got into his truck and started it up.
Knowing he was referring to her, Olivia stood at her door with a sad smile and a heavy heart. She watched as Trevor drove away, and thought about everything he’d said.
She thought about Jake, and wondered if it possible for them to recover from something like this.
Part of her wanted to say yes, but when she thought of all the times she’d cried on his shoulder—both literally and figuratively—the pain she still felt overpowered everything else.
Deciding to deal with it all later, she focused on getting ready for work. She quickly put on her tennis shoes and was headed back to her bedroom to grab her cell phone when her doorbell rang.
Given that she almost never had unannounced visitors, she assumed Trevor had returned to reiterate his point one last time. Olivia started talking before she’d fully opened the door.
“You do realize you’ve got to actually give metimeto talk to Jake, right Trev?”
She said this in a teasing voice, but when she glanced up, Trevor’s eyes weren’t the ones staring back at her.
“I’m sorry, Miss Bradshaw. I’m afraid your time is up.”
Chapter 12
Javier Cetro smileddown at Olivia. He looked just as she remembered.
Tanned skin. Dark, wavy hair. That jagged scar running from the corner of one eye to his jawline.
And those eyes. She’d never forget those cold, evil eyes.Oh, God. Not him!
