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It was sadly ironic that after years of censoring her life, making sure her actions did nothing to embarrass or negatively impact on her son, Laura had achieved that misery in one night.
Chapter Ten
He still did not know how it had all gone to hell so quickly. One minute he was gazing lovingly into Laura’s iceberg-blue eyes, recovering from the single most awe-inspiring moment of his life. The next, he was in his car, driving back to his empty house. A house he had left with Laura only hours ago. And his bed would still smell of sex and Laura.
Trevor was so shaken up that he hadn’t even had time for the blackness to take hold. But he was expecting it anytime now. As per usual, he had fucked up. He tried to recall what he had said that had sent Laura running. He’d been trying to explain his problems, his depression, but somehow the words had come out all wrong. He hadn’t wanted her to go—he’d just been trying to warn her that eventually he would disappoint her. He had hoped that she would be strong enough, loving enough to work through the dark times with him. But he had been so wrong.
Laura had sprung from the bed as if she had been bitten.
She’d looked so panicked, obviously embarrassed that he had put his heart on the line when he had admitted that he felt for her like he had for no other. He must not have heard her correctly, because the only reason he’d opened up about his feelings had been in response to her claim that she felt a connection. But her gratitude that he had awoken her sex drive must have been just that—a ‘thanks for the fuck’.
Anger simmered underneath his skin. How could he have been such an idiot, such a spineless, gullible fool? It had been a ridiculous notion that he was good enough for someone like Laura Harris. Trevor’s dark side put him way out of her league.
Better yet, Trevor still had the disconcerting knowledge he would have to face Rookie Harris—both professionally and more than likely socially—on a regular basis, which would remind him of his mistakes, his loss. What a clusterfuck.
“Way to go. This time you have outdone yourself,” he berated his reflection in the rear-view mirror of his car as he pulled into the driveway of his home—his cave, the place he hid from the world when the world felt too big, too hard to navigate. The place that had been filled with Laura just a few hours ago, but was now empty.
“Remember your pills. You really can’t afford to lose it now. There is too much to do,” he reminded himself as he dragged his body from his car. He wondered why his life had to be so difficult—he was always on the edge of despair, the precipice of doom.
“Well, at least I should be thankful this happened so quickly. Surely I can’t have become that invested in her so quickly? My God, it was only one night, one fucking mind-blowing, passion-filled night.” He dragged his fingers through his already mussed hair.
“C’mon, Trev, this isn’t helping yourself, mate,” he mumbled as he stumbled through the doorway, then closed the door, shutting the world out behind him. “Tough it out… Medicate and shower.” Trevor spoke the words aloud, the emptiness of his house echoing the hollow sound of his voice back at him. “Change the sheets, get rid of every reminder of her.”
He needed to wash the scent of Laura from his skin, as well. He could still smell her essence on him, and until that had been removed there was no way he could move forward.
Before he could put any of his plans in action, or even move, he was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
Last thing I feel like doing is speaking to anyone , he thought, but really couldn’t ignore the call. It might be about work, about his weekly sports show. Work was something he could focus on to keep his brain from thinking about Laura. So Trevor moved towards the intrusive, noisy device.
“Hughes,” he grunted into the mouthpiece. And, as if by some
It was sadly ironic that after years of censoring her life, making sure her actions did nothing to embarrass or negatively impact on her son, Laura had achieved that misery in one night.
Chapter Ten
He still did not know how it had all gone to hell so quickly. One minute he was gazing lovingly into Laura’s iceberg-blue eyes, recovering from the single most awe-inspiring moment of his life. The next, he was in his car, driving back to his empty house. A house he had left with Laura only hours ago. And his bed would still smell of sex and Laura.
Trevor was so shaken up that he hadn’t even had time for the blackness to take hold. But he was expecting it anytime now. As per usual, he had fucked up. He tried to recall what he had said that had sent Laura running. He’d been trying to explain his problems, his depression, but somehow the words had come out all wrong. He hadn’t wanted her to go—he’d just been trying to warn her that eventually he would disappoint her. He had hoped that she would be strong enough, loving enough to work through the dark times with him. But he had been so wrong.
Laura had sprung from the bed as if she had been bitten.
She’d looked so panicked, obviously embarrassed that he had put his heart on the line when he had admitted that he felt for her like he had for no other. He must not have heard her correctly, because the only reason he’d opened up about his feelings had been in response to her claim that she felt a connection. But her gratitude that he had awoken her sex drive must have been just that—a ‘thanks for the fuck’.
Anger simmered underneath his skin. How could he have been such an idiot, such a spineless, gullible fool? It had been a ridiculous notion that he was good enough for someone like Laura Harris. Trevor’s dark side put him way out of her league.
Better yet, Trevor still had the disconcerting knowledge he would have to face Rookie Harris—both professionally and more than likely socially—on a regular basis, which would remind him of his mistakes, his loss. What a clusterfuck.
“Way to go. This time you have outdone yourself,” he berated his reflection in the rear-view mirror of his car as he pulled into the driveway of his home—his cave, the place he hid from the world when the world felt too big, too hard to navigate. The place that had been filled with Laura just a few hours ago, but was now empty.
“Remember your pills. You really can’t afford to lose it now. There is too much to do,” he reminded himself as he dragged his body from his car. He wondered why his life had to be so difficult—he was always on the edge of despair, the precipice of doom.
“Well, at least I should be thankful this happened so quickly. Surely I can’t have become that invested in her so quickly? My God, it was only one night, one fucking mind-blowing, passion-filled night.” He dragged his fingers through his already mussed hair.
“C’mon, Trev, this isn’t helping yourself, mate,” he mumbled as he stumbled through the doorway, then closed the door, shutting the world out behind him. “Tough it out… Medicate and shower.” Trevor spoke the words aloud, the emptiness of his house echoing the hollow sound of his voice back at him. “Change the sheets, get rid of every reminder of her.”
He needed to wash the scent of Laura from his skin, as well. He could still smell her essence on him, and until that had been removed there was no way he could move forward.
Before he could put any of his plans in action, or even move, he was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
Last thing I feel like doing is speaking to anyone , he thought, but really couldn’t ignore the call. It might be about work, about his weekly sports show. Work was something he could focus on to keep his brain from thinking about Laura. So Trevor moved towards the intrusive, noisy device.
“Hughes,” he grunted into the mouthpiece. And, as if by some
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