Straddling the Line(48)

He was such an asshole. For someone who always claimed to be big and bad  and fearless, he hadn't shown any of that when he'd told Haven his  secret. Instead, he'd hurled accusations at her and hurt her.

He'd blamed her, as if his problem had been her fault. And then he'd hidden away like a goddamned child.

Some big and bad he was.

He missed her. Just like it had been since she'd first shown up in his  life to do the interview, whenever she was gone, he missed her absence.  It was like there was a part of himself missing whenever she wasn't  around.

He'd never let anything affect his game play. But losing Haven had an  effect on his concentration. All he'd thought about during the game was  her. It had shown in his performance today, too. Even now, after the  game, he wondered where she was-how she was feeling.

He wanted to call her, to talk to her, but he couldn't. Not after all  the things he'd said. Not after he'd kicked her out of his life.         

     



 

And he had his friends here today. Garrett and Alicia had come down to  Dallas to see the game, and his friend Gray Preston was here, since he'd  had an auto race in Dallas yesterday. Drew Hogan was here as well,  since he'd flown in to see Gray's race. They were meeting up for dinner  tonight.

Right now he didn't want to see anyone, but these were his college  roommates, his best friends. He had to honor his commitments. Besides,  they would help take his mind off Haven.

Garrett and Alicia were waiting for him outside the stadium. He grinned when he saw them.

"That was a decent game," Garrett said.

Trevor laughed. "That's a nice way of saying we sucked."

"At least you won." Alicia gave him a hug.

"We did win. Barely, but we won."

"One in the W column. That's all that counts," Garrett said.

"Considering how badly I played, I'll take the W."

"You can't always be the superstar, stud."

Trevor stopped and stared at Garrett. "Of course I can. It's my trademark."

Garrett shook his head, then led them to his rental car.

"So where's dinner tonight?"

"Del Frisco's. For steak."

"Sounds good to me."

"Gray and Drew are meeting us there."

The steak house looked fantastic from the outside, and smelled even  better inside. Trevor was hungry, and he smiled as he saw Drew and his  fiancée, Carolina, and Gray and his wife, Evelyn, waiting for them. He  shook the guys' hands and hugged the women.

"It's good to see you. Thanks for coming to the game."

"It was a good game," Evelyn said after they took their seats. The  hostess put them in a private room. Obviously Gray had connections. Gray  always had connections. Everywhere.

"It was a shit game, but thanks for being nice about it, Evelyn. And I'm surprised you traveled without Lucas."

She sighed. "It's hard to leave a new baby, but he has a great nanny,  and I wanted to see the race. Believe me, I'm on the Preston jet tonight  back home to him."

"It's been a whirlwind year for you, two, hasn't it?"

Gray put his arm around Evelyn. "It's been like that ever since I met  this woman. As if I wasn't crazy busy all the time as it was with racing  in a different city every weekend during the season. Then I met Evelyn,  and we fell in love, got married, and now we have a son together. She  keeps me on my toes."

Evelyn swiped her fingers over Gray's chin and smiled up at him. "As it  should be. And don't forget that small thing about your dad becoming the  vice president of the United States. That kind of busy, too."

Gray grinned. "Right. That, too."

"But enough about us. Let's talk about your game. Thanks for the tickets," Evelyn said.

"You're welcome. I'm sorry I couldn't put on a better show for you."

"Oh, come on, Trevor. You played good. You only dropped two passes," Carolina said with a wink. "I've seen you play worse."

Trevor laughed. "Thanks."

"You did seem distracted. And you have played better," Gray said. "Something on your mind?"

"Nah. Just not on my game today."

"Where's Haven?" Evelyn asked. "I heard she was doing a big interview and feature story about you. I thought she'd be here."

"She . . . left."

"Oh. So the interview's finished?"

He stared at his water glass before lifting his gaze to Evelyn. "Yeah."

"I'm so disappointed. I was really hoping to see her again."

"Me, too," Alicia said. "Besides, I kind of thought you two would end up together."

He looked at Alicia, then noticed they were all staring at him. "Why would you think that?"

Alicia gave him a gentle smile. "Isn't it obvious? You were perfect together. I saw it. Liz saw it. You had to feel it."

His stomach tightened and he felt a pang of regret. "Yeah, well, I guess we weren't."

"Uh-oh. What happened?"

"Alicia," Garrett said, laying his hand over hers.

"Sorry. Not my business. But I really liked her, Trevor."

Trevor nodded. "I did, too."

"Okay, so what happened between you and Haven?" Evelyn asked. "Did you have a thing?"

Trevor shook his head. Leave it to the women to blurt it out. "Yeah. We had a thing."

"Interesting," Drew said, cocking a grin. "Now I want to hear about it. And why she isn't here."         

     



 

Might as well get it out in the open. "I asked her to leave when we were still in Tampa."

"Why?" Carolina asked. "Did you two have a fight?"

"Sort of. I mean, not really, but sort of."

Alicia rolled her eyes. "That's man-speak for you acted like an ass and did something wrong."

"Hey," Garrett said, looking at Alicia.

Alicia puckered up her lips and blew a kiss at Garrett. "I wasn't talking about you. This time."

"So is it true?" Gray asked. "Did you screw this up?"

"Probably. Yes. Definitely."

"Then I guess the bigger question is, how are you going to fix it?" Evelyn asked. "Do you want to fix it?"

That was the big question. He already knew the answer. "Yes. I want to fix it. But I hurt her."

"Guys do that. Because we're thoughtless assholes," Drew said.

Carolina nodded. "This is true."

Drew laughed. "We think with the wrong head all the time, and we hurt  the people we love the most." He picked up Carolina's hand and pressed a  kiss to it. "Fortunately, the women we love tend to be the most  forgiving."

Carolina smiled at Drew, then turned to Trevor. "What Drew's trying to  tell you, Trevor, is that whatever you've done, ask for forgiveness.  That's the first step. And be honest and open about your feelings."

Something he'd never done before. He hadn't been honest about anything.  "You're right. I have a lot to talk to her about. And she has a lot to  forgive. I don't know if she will."

"If she loves you, she will," Garrett said. "And if she's worth it, she's worth getting down on your knees and begging."

"Awww, begging?" Alicia asked.

"Yeah." Garrett looked at him. "Love's worth it, man. I never thought it  was, until I met the right woman. But trust me, it really is worth it."

Trevor looked at Garrett. At Drew. At Gray. His friends, who not so long  ago had sworn to him that being single and carefree was the most  important thing in their lives. Now, they sat with the loves of their  lives at their sides.

And they were happy.

Could he hope to have that kind of happiness?

He loved Haven. He was almost afraid to hope. He didn't deserve it, not after what he'd done.

He had a lot of work ahead of him.





THIRTY-FOUR




HAVEN KNEW SHE WAS TAKING A RISK SITTING INSIDE Trevor's house in Tampa.  But she'd forgotten to leave her key, and she knew he was due home  today.

So here she was, with all her books and notes and the research she'd done spread out on his table.

He could try to throw her out, but this time, she was going to put up a fight.

And even if he insisted she leave-which he certainly could, because this  was his house-she was going to leave the material for him to look over.  It could help him, and that was the only thing she wanted.

No, that wasn't true. She wanted him, missed him, loved him. But if he rejected her, then she wanted him to be happy.

She heard the garage door open and her chest squeezed tight. He'd know  someone was at the house, because her rental car was parked in the  driveway.

"Hello?" he said as he opened the door from the garage.

She stood. "It's me, Trevor."

He came in and laid his practice bag down. "Haven."

She was practically shaking, her nerves getting the best of her as she  made her way toward him. "I still have a key." She held it out for him.

He ignored her outstretched hand. "What are you doing here?"

"I'd like to talk to you."

He cocked his head to the side. "I wanted to talk to you, too. I actually sent you a text message today asking where you were."

"You did?" She'd been busy all day making notes and writing out plans and hadn't checked her phone.