She wrapped her fingers around the extended handle of her suitcase and said, “Look, this wasn’t my idea, so don’t blame me. I’m only doing what I’m told. I thought you already knew about it.”
“I did not.”
She sighed. “Well, I’m sorry. But can you please let me in? There are bugs out here.”
He was about to say,Go back to L.A. then, when Trevor stepped up beside him, placing a hand on his lower back. Skyler didn’t want to act that immature in front of Trevor, so he said, “I’ll find you a hotel and we can go out for coffee tomorrow, but that’s it.”
“That’s not the arrangement,” she told him.
“I don’t give a shit what the arrangement is.”
“Sky,” Trevor said, hand traveling up his spine.
So much for not acting immature.
“What exactly are we expected to do?” he asked Andrea.
“I’m supposed to be visiting you at your family’s house for a couple days, that’s all.”
“Oh, is that all?” He couldn’t believe this pile of bullshit Maggie was trying to dump on him. Without a negotiation or even a warning. “You’re not staying here,” he repeated.
“Sky,” Trevor said again, softer this time.
When they looked at each other he could read it all in Trevor’s eyes. Trevor didn’t want them to get in even more trouble by refusing this, and he didn’t want Skyler to be rude to Andrea, because none of this was her fault.
Skyler looked back at her. What could he really do here? Stomp his foot and throw a temper tantrum? No.
He did his best not to glare at her. “Fine.”
She nodded as if everything was settled, then waved her driver off with a flick of her wrist over her shoulder.
Skyler watched the car backing out of the driveway and envisioned himself sprinting after it, begging the man behind the wheel to take him with him, wherever he was going. But Trevor’s hand was still running along his spine, so he leaned into the touch and said with gritted teeth, “Let me introduce you to my family, I guess.”
TREVOR
Trevor shouldn’t have beensurprised that Maggie couldn’t let them have this vacation without pulling some sort of stunt.
They’d gone bowling last night. Him, Skyler, Andrea, and Layla. And Andrea wasn’t as terrible as Skyler had made her sound, but Trevor would be lying if he said he hadn’t felt the brief urge to shove her through the ball machine whenever she held Skyler’s hand or kissed his cheek. Yeah, he knew she was only putting on a show in case anyone recognized them and took pictures. Still hurt though.
It had been pretty satisfying how Skyler kept flinching away from her, but Trevor knew that wasn’t going to help their situation. So he’d eventually pulled Skyler aside and told him it was okay for him to look like he was with her. That was the whole point of her being here.
Earlier today, Layla had taken one for the team and offered to go out shopping with Andrea for a while so that Skyler and Trevor could have some alone time. It wasn’t a bad idea, because if fans saw them together, it would reinforce the narrative that Andrea was dating Skyler and getting close to his family.
But now Skyler had to take her to a nice dinner where they’d be photographed together—orchestrated by Maggie, of course—and he was clearly stalling. He complained he didn’t have any clothes to wear before eventually settling on a tight black T-shirt and a blue and white plaid button-up. “How do I look?” he asked, twirling for Trevor.
To be honest, Trevor thought he looked a little too good for a fake date, but it was pretty much impossible for Skyler to ever not look hot, so he forced a smile. “You’re gorgeous.”
Maybe Skyler was thinking along the same lines as him about looking too good, because he made a face before peeling off the button-up and swapping the black tee for the Fleetwood Mac one he’d been wearing earlier. “I don’t care what I look like.”
“All right.”
Skyler walked over to where Trevor was perched at the end of the bed and spread Trevor’s knees so he could stand between them. “Tell me not to go,” he pleaded, gripping Trevor’s thighs like if he held on tightly enough no one would be able to take him away.
He ran his hands up the backs of Skyler’s legs and gave his ass a playful squeeze. “You know you have to go.”
“Do I though?”
“What else are you suggesting you do?” he asked.
