Page 106 of Trust Again

I snorted.

Sawyer groaned and pulled her pillow over her head.

“I think it could use some revision,” Spencer said.

“Check. Anything else on your list?”

He breathed out slowly. “Chapter twenty. Tristan’s declaration of love comes at completely the wrong moment.”

“So that’s why Kenzie reacts the way she does.”

“Her reaction is appropriate, but Tristan still has to find out at some point why she finds it so hard. Knowing Tristan loves her can’t really be so terrible for her, can it?”

I smiled a bit. “No, not at all. She was just blindsided by Donovan’s call.”

“And did she really go to him and tell him all those things?” he asked, slowly.

“Yes, she did. And she’s glad she did it. It’s over and done.”

His breath came out haltingly. “That’s good.”

“Want to know something?”

“Mhh-hmm.”

“Donovan is getting married and is going to be a father.”

Spencer cursed. “What?”

“Yes. He’s living in the house he bought. Together with his pregnant fiancée.”

“Stupid idiot. He should never have cheated on Kenzie.”

“But if he hadn’t, Tristan and Kenzie would never have become friends.”

“Oh, I think the two of them would have eventually met.”

“How come?”

“Because they were dealt the right cards and fate would have taken care of it.”

I laughed softly.

“Your laughter is my favorite sound,” he said abruptly. “I missed it.”

Now my heart was really pounding. It felt like a whole Samba band was drumming inside my chest.

“Dawn, I’m sorry—about everything I threw at you. I’m sorry I gave up on us and called you a coward. You’re not a coward at all. You’re the opposite.”

I gripped my phone tighter. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. I was angry and frustrated. I felt like we could finally be together but at the same time knew I had to savor every second because you could decide to run at any moment. That mix of hope and fear was… tough. I know that wasn’t your intention. It was unbelievably courageous of you to let me in at all, after what you’d been through, and all your fears. I get it now, and… I’m really sorry.”

“Me too. Everything you said,” I whispered. I leaned back onto my pillow and pulled the blanket up to my chin.

“What happened to chapter twenty-seven?” murmured Spencer after a pause.

I sighed. “I haven’t written it yet.”