Hearts on Air
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“Fantastic,” James answered. “Best meal I’ve had in ages.”
When I caught Trev’s eye a second time he seemed fixated on how close Paul and I were sitting. I watched as he ended his call, shoved his phone in his pocket, and came toward us. He didn’t say a word but Paul moved and let him slide in between us nonetheless. It was interesting how he could silently communicate possession like that. He had no say over me, not anymore, but I could still tell he didn’t like the idea of Paul and me becoming close.
His arm rested along the back of the couch, just an inch or two away from my shoulders, and I could feel his heat. When he bent to ask, “You want a drink?” I felt the words sizzle their way to the pit of my stomach.
“No, thank you.”
“Did we wake you?” he went on, his voice low and intimate.
“Yeah, but don’t worry about it.”
“You want me to tell them to turn the music down?”
“No, that’s fine.”
“I love this song!” one of the nameless girls exclaimed in a Belgian accent, jumping up from her seat and shimmying her hips. I imagined it was an attempt to garner attention from the men. I convinced myself I wasn’t bothered. I wasn’t here to compete for anyone’s attention. Not even Trev’s.
Leanne arched a brow and our eyes connected for a moment. We were both less than thrilled about the situation. I was about to ask her if she felt like heading to bed, since we were sharing a room, but then Callum spoke.
“How about a game of strip poker? Winner gets two grand.”
“And who’s putting up the two grand?” James asked casually.
“We can all throw in a few hundred,” Callum answered, like it was obvious, then levelled his eyes on Trev. “You in?”
Trev shook his head. “You know I don’t have a few hundred. At least, I don’t have access to it.”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure you can cobble it together.”
“Sorry, bud. You can’t take the trousers off a bare backside. I’m skint, technically speaking.”
I turned to study him. “You can’t access your money?”
Trev sliced his teeth across his lower lip, considering his answer a moment, then finally said, “Nope. Impulse-control issues.”
Well, that was vague.
“He bought a Ferrari and management lost their shit. Told him he needed to put a lock on his accounts,” Paul explained. “Oh, and didn’t you want to get a diamond necklace for Nicole’s birthday last year?”
I stiffened at the mention of his ex, my ears pricked to hear Trev’s answer.
“Actually, that was probably the only bad spending idea that wasn’t mine.”
“She asked for it?” Callum put in, laughing. “I always knew she was brazen.”
“Did you let her keep it after you broke up?” I asked. I had no idea how much diamonds cost, only that it was usually thousands, if not hundreds of thousands.
“I was hardly going to take it back. A gift’s a gift. Anyway, now if I want to access anything over my weekly allowance it takes five days to free up the cash. That way I can’t buy stuff in the heat of the moment. It’s worked well so far. After about a day I tend to realise I don’t really need a solid-gold statue of a South American jaguar to put in my living room,” he said with a hint of self-deprecation.
“It would be kind of gangsta though.” Paul chuckled just as there was a knock on the door.
“That’ll be the pizza,” said Neil, hurrying to answer it.
“Didn’t you all just eat dinner?” I asked, glancing around the group, still worrying over Trev’s spending issues. I’d never known him to be like that before, but then again, he was just as poor as me back then. You can’t spend money you don’t have.
“That was three hours ago,” said Leanne. “You’ll soon learn this lot never stop eating. It’s like a constant feeding frenzy.”
“Hey! We’re growing boys. Tiny people like you just don’t understand our appetites,” said Paul playfully.
“I have an appetite,” Leanne threw back. “I just don’t eat like a flippin’ elephant.”
I smelled the melted cheese as soon as Neil carried the boxes inside and set them down on the coffee table. My stomach grumbled. I hadn’t eaten since lunch.
“You didn’t eat anything, did you?” said Trev. He knew me well enough to know my hungry face when he saw it.
I shook my head and he smiled as he bent forward to grab one of the boxes. He threw it open and gestured at all the cheesy, tomato-y goodness. “Have at it.”
I picked up a slice and took a bite, resisting the urge to groan at how good it tasted. Flicking my gaze to the side I found Trev watching intently. I swallowed, both self-consciousness and the pizza, and tried to ignore the heat radiating from him.
Everyone dug in, even the nameless Belgian girls. One of them tried sliding onto the couch between Trev and me, but he held out a hand to stop her.
“No room, hon.”
She batted her lashes at him. “There’s room on your lap . . .”
“Nah, you’re all right.”
I stifled a laugh at his casually disinterested response. Back in the day, Trev would’ve welcomed her onto his lap with open arms, whether I was in the room or not. This change in him was disconcerting, but in a good way. Her lips flattened in annoyance just as Callum interjected, “You can come sit on mine, babe. The more the merrier.”
She flashed him a smile and sidled over to join the other woman already on his lap. Both Leanne and Neil got up from the couch, and Neil put his arm around Leanne’s shoulders as though to comfort her. I knew exactly how she felt, because just a few years ago I was in her exact position, only I didn’t have a Neil to comfort me.
Quick as a flash, Callum shoved the girls off his lap and went after them. “Where are you two going?”
“Leave her alone,” said Neil, turning to face him. Neil wasn’t a tall man, nor was he muscular like Callum, but he had a quiet strength about him that was an equal match for Callum’s overt masculinity.
“What makes you think you have a say?”
“Come on, man. She’s been through enough.”
“What she’s been through is none of your business,” Callum gritted his teeth.
When I caught Trev’s eye a second time he seemed fixated on how close Paul and I were sitting. I watched as he ended his call, shoved his phone in his pocket, and came toward us. He didn’t say a word but Paul moved and let him slide in between us nonetheless. It was interesting how he could silently communicate possession like that. He had no say over me, not anymore, but I could still tell he didn’t like the idea of Paul and me becoming close.
His arm rested along the back of the couch, just an inch or two away from my shoulders, and I could feel his heat. When he bent to ask, “You want a drink?” I felt the words sizzle their way to the pit of my stomach.
“No, thank you.”
“Did we wake you?” he went on, his voice low and intimate.
“Yeah, but don’t worry about it.”
“You want me to tell them to turn the music down?”
“No, that’s fine.”
“I love this song!” one of the nameless girls exclaimed in a Belgian accent, jumping up from her seat and shimmying her hips. I imagined it was an attempt to garner attention from the men. I convinced myself I wasn’t bothered. I wasn’t here to compete for anyone’s attention. Not even Trev’s.
Leanne arched a brow and our eyes connected for a moment. We were both less than thrilled about the situation. I was about to ask her if she felt like heading to bed, since we were sharing a room, but then Callum spoke.
“How about a game of strip poker? Winner gets two grand.”
“And who’s putting up the two grand?” James asked casually.
“We can all throw in a few hundred,” Callum answered, like it was obvious, then levelled his eyes on Trev. “You in?”
Trev shook his head. “You know I don’t have a few hundred. At least, I don’t have access to it.”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure you can cobble it together.”
“Sorry, bud. You can’t take the trousers off a bare backside. I’m skint, technically speaking.”
I turned to study him. “You can’t access your money?”
Trev sliced his teeth across his lower lip, considering his answer a moment, then finally said, “Nope. Impulse-control issues.”
Well, that was vague.
“He bought a Ferrari and management lost their shit. Told him he needed to put a lock on his accounts,” Paul explained. “Oh, and didn’t you want to get a diamond necklace for Nicole’s birthday last year?”
I stiffened at the mention of his ex, my ears pricked to hear Trev’s answer.
“Actually, that was probably the only bad spending idea that wasn’t mine.”
“She asked for it?” Callum put in, laughing. “I always knew she was brazen.”
“Did you let her keep it after you broke up?” I asked. I had no idea how much diamonds cost, only that it was usually thousands, if not hundreds of thousands.
“I was hardly going to take it back. A gift’s a gift. Anyway, now if I want to access anything over my weekly allowance it takes five days to free up the cash. That way I can’t buy stuff in the heat of the moment. It’s worked well so far. After about a day I tend to realise I don’t really need a solid-gold statue of a South American jaguar to put in my living room,” he said with a hint of self-deprecation.
“It would be kind of gangsta though.” Paul chuckled just as there was a knock on the door.
“That’ll be the pizza,” said Neil, hurrying to answer it.
“Didn’t you all just eat dinner?” I asked, glancing around the group, still worrying over Trev’s spending issues. I’d never known him to be like that before, but then again, he was just as poor as me back then. You can’t spend money you don’t have.
“That was three hours ago,” said Leanne. “You’ll soon learn this lot never stop eating. It’s like a constant feeding frenzy.”
“Hey! We’re growing boys. Tiny people like you just don’t understand our appetites,” said Paul playfully.
“I have an appetite,” Leanne threw back. “I just don’t eat like a flippin’ elephant.”
I smelled the melted cheese as soon as Neil carried the boxes inside and set them down on the coffee table. My stomach grumbled. I hadn’t eaten since lunch.
“You didn’t eat anything, did you?” said Trev. He knew me well enough to know my hungry face when he saw it.
I shook my head and he smiled as he bent forward to grab one of the boxes. He threw it open and gestured at all the cheesy, tomato-y goodness. “Have at it.”
I picked up a slice and took a bite, resisting the urge to groan at how good it tasted. Flicking my gaze to the side I found Trev watching intently. I swallowed, both self-consciousness and the pizza, and tried to ignore the heat radiating from him.
Everyone dug in, even the nameless Belgian girls. One of them tried sliding onto the couch between Trev and me, but he held out a hand to stop her.
“No room, hon.”
She batted her lashes at him. “There’s room on your lap . . .”
“Nah, you’re all right.”
I stifled a laugh at his casually disinterested response. Back in the day, Trev would’ve welcomed her onto his lap with open arms, whether I was in the room or not. This change in him was disconcerting, but in a good way. Her lips flattened in annoyance just as Callum interjected, “You can come sit on mine, babe. The more the merrier.”
She flashed him a smile and sidled over to join the other woman already on his lap. Both Leanne and Neil got up from the couch, and Neil put his arm around Leanne’s shoulders as though to comfort her. I knew exactly how she felt, because just a few years ago I was in her exact position, only I didn’t have a Neil to comfort me.
Quick as a flash, Callum shoved the girls off his lap and went after them. “Where are you two going?”
“Leave her alone,” said Neil, turning to face him. Neil wasn’t a tall man, nor was he muscular like Callum, but he had a quiet strength about him that was an equal match for Callum’s overt masculinity.
“What makes you think you have a say?”
“Come on, man. She’s been through enough.”
“What she’s been through is none of your business,” Callum gritted his teeth.
