hair was perfectly groomed, but there was tension in his face and dark circles beneath his eyes. “Evie, we need to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you, Trevor. You left me at the altar. Literally. If that isn’t a clear indication that our relationship wasn’t working, I don’t know what is,” Evie said briskly as she walked past him. She was unprepared when his hand gripped her elbow and yanked her back. His grip on her arm was hard and bruising.
“Don’t walk away from me when I am talking to you! Dammit, Evie! It isn’t like that!”
“You’re hurting me,” she said, her voice coming out between clenched teeth.
He glanced down, seeming surprised by the fact that he had put his hands on her. He let go so abruptly that she stumbled, her hip connecting painfully with the side mirror of her car.
“Evangeline,” he said, and his tone had become placating. Whenever Trevor had been annoyed with her and felt the need to bring her around to his way of thinking, he’d used that same patronizing tone. “What happened was unfortunate, but it was never my intent to not go through with the wedding.”
“So you accidentally ran off with my cousin whom you’ve been fucking?”
He gaped at her, having never heard her speak that way. “I understand that you’re angry,” he finally managed. “That’s fine. Be as mad at me as you want to be for as long as you need to be. When you’re ready, we’ll get married. Quietly, this time. No big wedding.”
“I’m not going to marry you, Trevor.”
He smiled, “Of course, you will. Let’s face it, Evie. I screwed up, yes, but you don’t have that many other options.”
Only two days earlier that statement would have had her sobbing in the bathroom. But not anymore. Not only did she now realize that it was possible for other men to be attracted to her, she also fully understood what had been missing from her relationship with Trevor. She’d never wanted him. Not really. She’d settled for him because she thought she couldn’t do any better. “No, Trevor. My options are wide open, and even if they weren’t, I still would have you back.”
“The thing with Lisa was just a fling...a drunken mistake, Evie. It will never happen again.”
“I really don’t care. That’s why I am surprisingly okay with what you did, Trevor. When I realized that the only thing I felt when you didn’t show up was embarrassment...not heartbreak, not even anger, just a little wounded pride, I realized that you’d actually done me a huge favor. So go fuck Lisa... Fuck any woman you want to. But it won’t be me. Ever again.”
Trevor’s expression twisted, transforming into something dark and ugly. “You’ll come crawling and beg me to take you back.”
“Really? Cause it seems to me that you’re the one chasing after me at the moment. Frankly, I have better things to do with my time.”
Evie moved towards the car door, but as she unlocked and pulled it open, Trevor’s hand slammed against the upper part of the door, forcing it closed again and throwing her once more off balance. He was standing behind her, pinning her to the car. A frisson of fear went through her. Trevor had always been arrogant and he’d been childish when things hadn’t gone his way. She’d never been afraid of him before, however.
“You’re going to move in with me. We’re going to go back to things the way they were before and when things have settled down again, we’ll get married,” he said.
Fear motivated her to placate him. “Trevor, I need time to think about all this. Two days ago you left me for another woman.”
It was apparently the right approach to take with him. He backed off and said, “You’re right. I’ve hurt you and I need to be more patient. I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll talk about it.”
“All right,” she said, and opened the door. He made no move to stop her that time, but her hands trembled as she fitted the key into the ignition. Her heart was
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