Melting the Ice(115)
Trevor laughed. “I’m going to have to come and watch the two of you. Maybe heckle from the audience.”
“Yeah, Carolina would just love that.”
“So . . . you and Carolina. Is it serious?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never gotten serious with anyone before. She’s pretty focused on launching this line of clothes. And I’ve got the season to concentrate on.”
“Which means it’s just sex for both of you. Right?”
Drew disagreed, but he wasn’t about to dissect his relationship with Trevor, who didn’t really know Carolina all that well.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“How does Gray feel about that? Or does he even know you two are seeing each other?”
“Oh, he knows. I spent Christmas at the Preston Ranch with the family.”
“Bet that was fun. You two sneaking around trying to cop a feel of each other. Oh, and her dad’s the vice president now, so you had to avoid the Secret Service, too. That must have been a fucking nightmare.”
“The Secret Service followed her dad. They mostly stayed out of our business.”
Trevor took a drink of his beer and studied him. “So what aren’t you telling me? Something happened while you were there, didn’t it?”
“Gray walked into my room one morning, and Carolina was in my bed.”
Trevor grinned. “Bet that was awkward.”
“Understatement.”
“And he didn’t know about you and Carolina before that, did he?”
“No.”
“He must have been pissed to find out that way.”
“Just a little. But I talked to him. I mean she’s not a kid anymore. She can make her own choices about who she sees.”
“Yeah, but he knows your rep with women. You have one walking in the door while another is walking out.”
“That sounds a lot more like your rep.”
Trevor leaned back and signaled the waitress for another beer. “Okay, maybe. But it’s not like you’ve been known for long-term relationships with women. Or any relationships for that matter.”
“You’re right. But this is Carolina, and she’s different.” She’d always been different. Not that he could explain that to Trevor. Or to Gray.
“So she does mean something to you beyond just the sex.”
“Yeah, I guess she does.”
“Does she feel the same way?”
“I don’t know.”
The waitress brought another round of beers. Trevor took a couple swallows, his gaze intent on Drew.
“What?” Drew shot Trevor a look.
“Why don’t you just ask her?”
“Ask her what?”
“How she feels? Or tell her how you feel about her?”
Drew shook his head. “It’s not the right time. For either of us. There’s too much going on right now to talk serious shit.”
Trevor laughed. “I’ve never known you to be a coward, Drew. But it sounds to me like you might be afraid to take that step with her. Or maybe you’re afraid of what she’ll say.”