Pushing the Boundaries (Picking up the Pieces #3) by Jessica Prince Page B

Okay? You’ve got me.”
    Having someone as strong and kind as Trevor beaten down by his own family broke my heart. I’d have done anything in my power to make him feel better. That was why I decided to surround Trevor with people he cared for and who cared about him. I might not have understood Trevor’s animosities toward his father, but I’d make sure he was surrounded by a loving family tonight. That was my job as his wife.

    I got home about an hour and a half after I’d spoken to Lizzy, tension tying knots in my stomach the entire way. When I pulled into the driveway I saw the familiar Lincoln, telling me that my folks were already there, but surrounding the Lincoln were a bunch of other cars I didn’t recognize.
    Walking up the path to the door, I could hear the sounds of loud voices coming from inside the house. There was no way in hell the Devareau’s would be so loud and boisterous. I pushed the door open and stepped across the threshold, not knowing what the hell to expect.
    “Baby, you’re home!” Lizzy called, running up to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. She planted a passionate kiss on my lips, shocking the ever-loving shit out of me.
    “Uh, hi?”
    Before she could say anything else, people rushed in crowding the entryway.
    “Hiya, honey,” Nana said, coming up to kiss my cheek.
    What the hell ?
    I looked over at Lizzy, trying to figure out what was going on, but I couldn’t read anything on her face.
    “I’m sorry, can you excuse us?” Lizzy asked everyone, grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me up the stairs to our bedroom.
    “I’m so sorry,” she whispered after closing the door.
    “What’s going on?” I asked, still at a complete loss.
    “Well,” she began, wringing her hands in front of her nervously. “You just sounded so stressed about your family coming to visit that I thought, maybe if you had some reinforcements you wouldn’t be so tightly-wound. So I called up my family and invited them over, you know, as moral support,” she rambled. If I hadn’t already been in love with her, no doubt I would have fallen head-first right then and there. Christ, this woman undid me. She invited her entire insane posse to mingle with my stick-up-their-asses family just so I wouldn’t be uncomfortable.
    I couldn’t stop myself. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again. I made sure to keep myself in check and not take the kiss too far, but damn was that hard. After a few seconds, I pulled back, rested my forehead against hers, and gave her a peck on the tip of her nose. “Thank you for this,” I whispered. I couldn’t put into words how much what she’d done meant to me.
    “You’re welcome,” she said just as softly. “Oh! I almost forgot.” She bounced over to the jewelry box on top of her dresser and pulled the drawer open. When she spun back around, the wedding ring I’d gotten her in Vegas sat on her left ring finger.
    “I don’t have one for you,” she said, looking a little disappointed that I didn’t have a ring for my finger.
    A slow smile spread over my face as I walked over to the drawer I’d been keeping my clothes in. I pulled out a velvet ring box and popped it open, pulling out the dark-gray titanium band. I handed it over and held out my left hand for her to slide it on.
    “I kinda took it upon myself to get one a while back.”
    She looked up at me with those big, green eyes. “You did?” She stared at me in disbelief, like she couldn’t understand why I’d want to wear a ring signifying my commitment to her.
    “Yeah,” I spoke softly. “I’ve just been waiting for a chance to wear it. I didn’t want to freak you out.”
    Her eyes widened a little more, sparkling with an emotion I wasn’t certain of as she asked, “Really?”
    “Yeah, cher .” I smiled, pulling on one of her curls before placing another kiss on the tip of her nose again. When I pulled back, her nose was scrunched up adorably and she smiled that smile I’d