could scratch up.
Cora smiled sympathetically at her son. He looked exactly like he had as a little boy right before he opened his birthday presents. So blissfully expectant. Boy was he in for a surprise.
“Yes, before you pop, you have a date this Saturday.”
Trevor laughed out loud with happiness and picked up his petite mother and whirled her around the yard, not caring what the neighbors were making of the spectacle.
“Trevor Riley, you put me down this instant! That’s not the only news I have for you. You can wipe that grin off your face because you have some serious competition to deal with.”
Trevor frowned and lowered his mother to the ground, feeling all of his triumph melt away. Competition? He crushed the competition in the business world. But, in his personal life, that was another matter all together.
Cora winced at the defeated look on her son’s face and took him by the hand as she had when he was a little boy and led him inside the house.
“Honey, you better sit down for this.”
Trevor’s shoulders slumped even further as he collapsed on his mother’s couch. He was ready for the worst.
Cora stood in front of her son, and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Sweetie, Dylan Carlisle is planning on divorcing his wife and picking things up with Megan where they left off eight years ago. But don’t feel too bad, you do have a date with her this Saturday.”
“Dylan! No, I can’t believe this,” Trevor shouted.
Cora patted her son on the shoulder before sitting down in her rocking chair. She told him everything Megan had related to her about the situation.
“I can’t stand that jerk. If you could have seen the way he treated her when they were together, you would know. And what did Megan say? Did you get the impression she was still in love with him?”
“Honestly? I really don’t know. I do know that she feels so guilty about what happened eight years ago, she may be willing to do almost anything to make it up to him. Don’t worry, though. She told me she was absolutely going to stay away from him while he’s still married to Taffie. She’s a good girl. But after the divorce is final, your guess is as good as mine. We’ve been taking things way too slow here, Trev. You’ve got to speed this up if you want your girl. If you ask me, you have approximately two months to get that ring on her finger. Dylan has a huge advantage. He has a past with her and he has her guilt. All you have is me.”
Trevor groaned before grabbing his cell phone. He pushed the button for Blaine and waited two seconds before the connection was made.
“Blaine. You’ve got a date Saturday night . . . No, this isn’t your bonus for the year, but if you impress everyone with how debonair you can be, I promise you that your bonus will be much larger than usual . . . Just meet me at my mom’s house and then we’ll all drive over together . . . Yeah, she has an Excursion . . . Oh, and see what you can pick up. My mom wants opera, but I’d rather go to a play. Check around.”
Trevor hung up the phone and caught his mother’s eye.
“If she doesn’t fall in love with me Saturday, then it’s going to be an uphill battle the whole way.”
Cora clicked her tongue and shook her head. Her son was in for an eye opener. Love wasn’t a business deal. It was a complete gamble.
“I couldn’t stand your father on our first date,” she informed him.
Trevor groaned again.
Sixteen
DO I LOOK ALL right, Meg?”
Megan turned around to see her sister standing in her bedroom doorway. Her shoulder-length brown hair was up in a twist with tendrils of hair framing her thin, expressive face. The dress was loose and flowing, hiding the fact that she needed to gain at least fifteen pounds. Her cheekbones stuck out about a mile, but her eyes were sparkling with excitement and anticipation. She looked radiant.
“Linette, you know you’re gorgeous. You’re not the problem here, I am. I seem to have
Cora smiled sympathetically at her son. He looked exactly like he had as a little boy right before he opened his birthday presents. So blissfully expectant. Boy was he in for a surprise.
“Yes, before you pop, you have a date this Saturday.”
Trevor laughed out loud with happiness and picked up his petite mother and whirled her around the yard, not caring what the neighbors were making of the spectacle.
“Trevor Riley, you put me down this instant! That’s not the only news I have for you. You can wipe that grin off your face because you have some serious competition to deal with.”
Trevor frowned and lowered his mother to the ground, feeling all of his triumph melt away. Competition? He crushed the competition in the business world. But, in his personal life, that was another matter all together.
Cora winced at the defeated look on her son’s face and took him by the hand as she had when he was a little boy and led him inside the house.
“Honey, you better sit down for this.”
Trevor’s shoulders slumped even further as he collapsed on his mother’s couch. He was ready for the worst.
Cora stood in front of her son, and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Sweetie, Dylan Carlisle is planning on divorcing his wife and picking things up with Megan where they left off eight years ago. But don’t feel too bad, you do have a date with her this Saturday.”
“Dylan! No, I can’t believe this,” Trevor shouted.
Cora patted her son on the shoulder before sitting down in her rocking chair. She told him everything Megan had related to her about the situation.
“I can’t stand that jerk. If you could have seen the way he treated her when they were together, you would know. And what did Megan say? Did you get the impression she was still in love with him?”
“Honestly? I really don’t know. I do know that she feels so guilty about what happened eight years ago, she may be willing to do almost anything to make it up to him. Don’t worry, though. She told me she was absolutely going to stay away from him while he’s still married to Taffie. She’s a good girl. But after the divorce is final, your guess is as good as mine. We’ve been taking things way too slow here, Trev. You’ve got to speed this up if you want your girl. If you ask me, you have approximately two months to get that ring on her finger. Dylan has a huge advantage. He has a past with her and he has her guilt. All you have is me.”
Trevor groaned before grabbing his cell phone. He pushed the button for Blaine and waited two seconds before the connection was made.
“Blaine. You’ve got a date Saturday night . . . No, this isn’t your bonus for the year, but if you impress everyone with how debonair you can be, I promise you that your bonus will be much larger than usual . . . Just meet me at my mom’s house and then we’ll all drive over together . . . Yeah, she has an Excursion . . . Oh, and see what you can pick up. My mom wants opera, but I’d rather go to a play. Check around.”
Trevor hung up the phone and caught his mother’s eye.
“If she doesn’t fall in love with me Saturday, then it’s going to be an uphill battle the whole way.”
Cora clicked her tongue and shook her head. Her son was in for an eye opener. Love wasn’t a business deal. It was a complete gamble.
“I couldn’t stand your father on our first date,” she informed him.
Trevor groaned again.
Sixteen
DO I LOOK ALL right, Meg?”
Megan turned around to see her sister standing in her bedroom doorway. Her shoulder-length brown hair was up in a twist with tendrils of hair framing her thin, expressive face. The dress was loose and flowing, hiding the fact that she needed to gain at least fifteen pounds. Her cheekbones stuck out about a mile, but her eyes were sparkling with excitement and anticipation. She looked radiant.
“Linette, you know you’re gorgeous. You’re not the problem here, I am. I seem to have
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