Trevor admitted he and Chassie had a tiff before she’d left and she wasn’t answering her cell. He’d jokingly offered the soon-to-be newlywed advice: never drive away mad. It seemed to allay Zoey’s concerns.
But not Trevor’s.
He’d paced all damn afternoon, troubled something might’ve happened to her.
Edgard suggested they check her favorite local haunts and the silent drive through the snow-covered county roads proved fruitless, as did the scan of the diner, the feed store, all three of the town’s honky-tonks. Trevor was half-afraid Chassie’d hit the interstate for Denver and the comfort of her cousin Keely McKay.
As much as Trevor liked Keely, she was the dead last person he trusted with the secret of his past with Edgard. He suspected hotheaded Keely would suggest Chassie dump Trevor and move on. Then Trevor realized if Chassie hadn’t gone to Keely, his phone call would tip Keely off something was up between them.
So he did nothing. Worried sick about his wife, he’d tried not to punch holes in the wall to mark his hourly frustration.
“Trevor? You still there?”
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“Yeah.” He stalked to the window and glared into the inky darkness. “To be honest I don’t know where the hell Chassie is. I’m goin’ fuckin’ crazy, man.”
“Take a deep breath, buddy. She’s here.”
Trevor’s heart rate doubled. “Chass is there?”
“Yep. Channing said she’d been here most of the day, talkin’ to her and playin’ with my son.”
“Jesus, that’s good news.” He pressed his forehead to the cold glass and closed his eyes. “Thank God she’s okay.” His stomach pitched. “She is okay, isn’t she?”
“Not really. She’s seriously fucked up about you and Edgard.”
His sick feeling intensified. “She told you?”
“Who else was she gonna go to? Chassie’s hurtin’ big time. Why the fuck didn’t you come clean with her when Ed first showed up?”
“I don’t know.” Liar. You didn’t tell her because you were afraid this’d happen; she’d leave you. “I thought maybe…”
Colby snarled, “Maybe? I’m pretty goddamn sure you knew exactly what’d happen with you and Ed, no maybe about it. It sucks that Channing and I had to fill in the blanks about personal shit that should’ve come from you. Should’ve come from you a helluva long time before now.”
“You think I don’t fuckin’ know that?”
“No. I think you don’t know which way is up when you get within a foot of that Brazilian, not to mention not havin’ a fuckin’ clue as to what to do about this situation with your wife.”
“Why don’t you tell me what I should do?”
“Man up.”
Trevor snorted. “Man up? For Christsake, what kind of bullshit advice is that, McKay?”
“I’ll make it plain as day. Forget about livin’ up to anyone’s expectations or ideals but your own. Do the right thing for the first time in your life.”
“Are you suggestin’ I…let her go?”
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“I’m just sayin’ it’s an option if you ain’t got the balls to admit what you really want to her or to Ed. I’d rather see her heartbroken and able to move on, than miserable, livin’
a fuckin’ lie. Your lie, not hers.”
“But—”
“But nothin’. I’m done talkin’. She’s comin’ home tomorrow. You’d better be ready to deal with this, ’cause we both know it’s been hangin’ over your head for years.” Colby hung up.
With deliberate care Trevor closed the phone. He didn’t move, just watched his hot breath leave jagged patches of steam on the cold windowpane. He sensed Edgard behind him, even when Edgard didn’t utter a sound.
Finally Trevor turned around.
Edgard retreated, keeping a healthy space between them, his gaze somber. “She’s okay?”
He nodded and saw Edgard’s posture relax.
“Thank God.”
“Guess she asked Channing a buncha questions. Played with Gib all day.” He smiled faintly. “Chass does love babies.”
“She mentioned wanting a brood of her own.”
“When did she tell you that?”
Edgard shrugged. “Before you get bent out of shape, I’ll remind you I’ve hung out with Chassie a lot in the last two weeks. Way more than I have with you.” His gaze searched Trevor’s face. “What else did Colby say about…?”
Trevor narrowed his eyes. “About us?”