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When we step out into the night air, Trey’s palm slides down my arm, and his fingers close around my hand, and for a minute we’re James and Mae once more. We walk together in silence and stop beside my car.
Trey earnestly stares into my eyes. “Is there anyone who doesn’t fall under your spell, Sunshine?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“No, you wouldn’t, because it’s not something contrived that you do on purpose. It’s just who you are deep down inside. You’re a ray of sunshine everyone gravitates toward. Even my mom loves you.”
What about you?
“I don’t know what to say. ‘Thank you’ seems inadequate.”
“You don’t need to thank me.” He raises his free hand, skimming the back of his fingers down my cheek. “I’m glad you’re in my life.”
My throat fills with emotion. “I’m glad too,” I husk.
He leans forward, his lips slowly lowering to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. He straightens up to his full height and takes a step backward, opening my door. “Drive safe, Sunshine.”
“I will.” I slip behind the wheel. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Shutting me inside, he moves away from my car as I back out. And just like the nights when we first met, he watches me drive away.
But unlike those nights, I know this really has to be the last time, and I can’t keep putting myself in these situations.
It’s just too painful.
CHAPTER 17
TREY
When I walk back inside my parents’ house I find everyone still in the kitchen, having dessert at the island. I make a beeline for the pie and add a hefty slice to a plate. Grabbing a fork, I take a bite and remain standing across from everyone else. “Mom, this is amazing.”
“Of course it is,” she says, laughing.
“So, Trey, you seem to be fond of Maeve,” Dad says, grinning.
“I am. You were right; she’s a great assistant.”
“It sounds like Gramps means you like Maeve,” Gwen says.
This is starting to feel like a dating intervention.
“I do like her. I said she’s great,” I say, feigning ignorance.
“Don’t be deliberately obtuse, son. You know exactly what we mean.” Dad calls me out on my attempt.
I set my fork on the side of my plate with a little too much force. “That doesn’t mean I want to have a discussion about Maeve.”
“Don’t get worked up, Trey. We only want the best for you,” Mom reassures.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s best for me?” My sarcasm can’t be missed.
“Maeve is best for you, Dad.”
“Gwennie, what are you talking about?” I tone down the bass in my voice.
“It’s so obvious you have feelings for her. I’ve seen you with her twice now, and you’re so happy around her.”
“I don’t know, I feel like I’m a happy guy in general.” I try to defend myself.