and we all know how successful you are at helping,” Christy said.
Trevor smiled. “Okay, I deserved that. But believe it or not, I’ve actually run many successful operations in my career.”
“This isn’t a military operation, it’s a wedding.”
“Yes, and I’m learning that some of our military leaders might learn a thing or two about battle strategy from America’s brides.”
“Very funny.”
“I wasn’t kidding.”
Christy tried not to smile, really she did. But when he wasn’t dragging unsuspecting women from their beds, he could actually be somewhat charming.
And still dangerous. Because the instant she let her guard down, he was moving closer. And she was having a hard time remembering why that wasn’t a good thing. Charmed and dangerous, that was Trevor McQuillen.
He stood right in front of her, blocking her vision of everything but him. “I am sorry about this, Christy.”
“You said that already.”
“Maybe I can make it up to you. Somehow.”
Her heart sped up. “I—you’ll be leaving soon.”
He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Says who?”
She all but shuddered in pleasure as his fingertips grazed her cheek. “Your uniform. Your rental car.”
“I—”
“Listen, I just want to know where my wife is,” Eric said, stepping between them.
“Ex-wife,” Christy snapped at him, then stepped back herself. Her emotions were all in a whirl. She was too tired to deal with all this.
Trevor turned and subtly maneuvered Eric several steps away as he spoke. “Why don’t you follow me over to the reception? This is Kate’s and Mike’s day. I’m sure you can come to some solution with Vivian after this is over.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Christy said mutinously.
Eric turned back to her, even as Trevor took his arm in a firm grip. “Where is she, Christy?” Eric begged. “I just want to talk to her. If she tells me to take a hike, I will.”
“Yeah, well, you’ll be making a long one if you want to see her again.”
Eric’s eyes lit up and Christy could have kicked herself for the slip.
“She’s gone to the lake, hasn’t she?”
Christy kept her lips firmly shut, but she knew it was too late. The only good thing was that Eric had never been to the cabin. It belonged to Vivian’s parents. They’d just finished building it right when Eric and Viv split up. Viv had gone up to the lake because she knew he couldn’t contact her there.
“Christy—”
“Eric, come on, man,” Trevor said, his tone genial enough, but his expression implacable. “Let’s go to the reception.”
Eric started to argue, then decided better of it. “Okay, okay.” He pulled his arm free. “You’re right.”
Christy was instantly suspicious. Eric was nothing if not determined. It was why he was so successful in his career—and why he’d failed so miserably in marriage. Some things can’t be achieved with bull determination.
“I’m sorry I involved you in this,” Eric told her. “But…I was desperate.”
He looked it, she had to admit. In fact, despite his perfect hair, perfect clothes and perfect face…there was no mistaking the misery in his eyes. She didn’t doubt he was sorry he’d lost Viv. It was the only thing he’d ever failed at and it was simply unacceptable for Eric Swenson to fail at anything.
“Please, when you talk to her, just tell her that all I want is the chance to talk, to explain. I’ve changed, Christy.”
“Not from where I’m standing,” she said, but with more sadness than anger. She felt bad for both of them, but she also knew her friend had been devastated by the failure of her marriage and she didn’t want to see Viv put through any more hell.
“Christy, I—”
“I think we’d better leave,” Trevor interjected.
Eric looked as if he was going to resist, but he sighed and nodded. “Okay. I’m sorry, Christy,” he said again and walked back toward his car.
She turned to Trevor. “Thank you.”
“He seems pretty sincere. Are you sure—?” He broke off when Christy folded her arms and glared at him. “Right, right. I think I’ve butted in enough for one day.” He laughed. “Civilian life was supposed to be easier.”
“You’re out of the military now?”
He nodded. “The uniform is for the wedding only. I’m starting my own defensive training facility just north of here.”
“Here?” He wasn’t leaving. He was going to be…around. Christy wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Her body, however, knew exactly how it felt.
“I used to live here.” He looked around and sighed. “Feels like a million years ago.”
Christy was undeniably intrigued. He couldn’t be much past thirty, if that, and yet he spoke like a man who’d done and seen more things than a man twice his age. She rubbed her arms. Looking at him right now, she believed he had.
The sound of Eric’s car starting got Trevor’s attention. “I guess I’d better be going.”
“I guess you’d better.” She smiled, then saluted him.
He grinned and shot her one back, then opened the car door…but didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get in.
“Oh, Viv’s dress!” Christy really wasn’t making up excuses for him to stay. Really she wasn’t.
Trevor scooped them up and handed them over. “I am—”
“I know. You’re formally excused from groveling. You’d better go before Eric implodes.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly, baby blues piercing like lasers.
Eric backed out and tapped his horn.
Christy glanced over at him, thinking again that he was giving up too easily. Then she realized why. Dammit. Eric might not know how to get to the lake house, but…
“What’s wrong?”
“Eric. He doesn’t give up easily. Not when he wants something. And he wants Viv.” She debated running in the house and changing and going with Trevor to the reception. But she was the walking dead at this point. Then she eyed Trevor. Hmm. He did owe her one. A giant one. “If you want to repay me for
