True North by Liora Blake

Author:Liora Blake [Blake, Liora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Music
ISBN: 9781476786308
Amazon: B00LD1OK6U
Barnesnoble: B00LD1OK6U
Goodreads: 23167033
Publisher: Pocket Star
Published: 2015-04-06T04:00:00+00:00

We grill steaks for dinner, and I show Trevor how to start a fire in the outdoor pit using the age-old Girl Scout teepee setup with firewood and kindling. Shocker, he was apparently never a Cub Scout. I picture him as a little kid for a second, imagining the kind of boy who might like setting things on fire a bit too much.

After dinner, I rummage up marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. Trevor has never eaten a s’more, and I insist it will be my version of a cronut experience. OK, maybe it isn’t quite that good, but we laugh and lick the messy melted strings of sugar off each other’s sticky fingers. Marshmallows never tasted so good as off his fingertips. So much for thinking about s’mores as anything but vaguely dirty again.

As the sky starts to darken and the air cools around us, we head inside the house and I pour two glasses of wine. Trevor falls into the couch and pats the spot next to him. Curling up there, I lay my head on his shoulder.

“Do you miss him?”

Trevor gestures to a picture of James and me on the side table. We’re smiling and crammed into the photo, our faces pressed against each other as James holds the camera out and away to capture us. I wonder if the photo bothers Trevor, if it’s weird for him to see me with another man, happy and glowing.

“Almost every day.”

“Almost?”

“It’s different now. There were weeks where I couldn’t get out of bed, because all I could think about was how he was dead, how fucked up everything was, how it was all my fault. Eventually I started allowing other things in my life again. It wasn’t easy, but the really hard stuff isn’t what people think. It’s the little things. Once I started crying in the grocery store because I grabbed chunky peanut butter off the shelf, which I hate, but James loved. Those are the worst, because they come out of nowhere.”

Staring at the picture, I decide to let myself say whatever I want to, without hesitation. It feels like it’s time to let him in on this part.

“Now I’m just more distracted, I guess. I just don’t have him at the front of my mind all the time anymore.”

Trevor looks at me for a beat, then his gaze shifts back to the photo.

“Am I a distraction?”

“No. A couple of years ago, yeah, you probably would have been a distraction. But not now. Not you.”

I pull my eyes back and stand to top off our wineglasses. Standing in front of Trevor, I lean over to the side table to refill his glass. He puts his hands on either side of my hips, and then drags them down to my thighs, teasing around the hem of the soft, pretty blue skirt I put on. He looks up at me with a stone face. I put the bottle down and run my hands over his head, strumming my fingers over his scalp.

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