Shock reverberated throughout Lexi’s entire system. “Y-you know T-Trevor?”
“Trevor Michael Matthews.” The man spit out Trevor’s name as if it were a curse word.
He then began spouting off facts about the man she loved as if he were reading them from his personal dossier. Facts Lexi only recently learned while staying at his place.
“The only child of Stephen and Judy Matthews. Grew up in a small town just outside San Antonio, then joined the Army after he graduated high school. Became a Delta Force Operator at the young age of twenty-two.” The guy’s voice lowered as a deadly expression fell over his face. “And Trevor Matthews was twenty-four when my fiancée died as a direct result of his decision.”
A picture began to form in Lexi’s head. Bits and pieces of the story Trevor had told her the night she was attacked in her home became fresh in her mind. Barely a whisper, she said, “Lisa. Your fiancée was Lisa.”
The man rushed toward her then. His hand moving lightning fast toward her face. Grabbing her chin between his strong fingers, his grip was painful as he screamed, “You don’t say her name! Your boyfriend sent her straight to her death. He did that!”
His hold on her became even tighter to the point she thought he was going to crush her jawbone. Leaning closely enough for the tips of their noses to touch, he said, “And now he’s going to learn exactly what it’s like to watch helplessly as the woman he loves suffers and dies.”
Chapter 13
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“Trev?”
The unexpected voice had him turning. “Liv? What are you doing here?”
Jake’s wife stepped out onto the balcony and closed the sliding door behind her.
“Knowing y’all the way I do, I figured you hadn’t taken a break to eat. I brought some pizzas. I can go get you a couple slices if you’d like.”
“Thanks,” he said sincerely. “But, I’m not hungry.”
“May I?” she asked, gesturing to the only other patio chair out there.
“Sure.” He gave her a nod.
Olivia sighed. “It’s nice out here. Peaceful.”
Trying really hard not to sound like a complete ass, Trevor turned to his friend and said, “Liv. I know you mean well, but I’m really not in the mood for small talk.”
“I know,” she whispered with a smile. “I didn’t really come out here for small talk.”
