Caged Eagles by Kayla Hunt Page A

name. She says she didn’t want to be forced to accept a name because of marriage. She is a very strong feminist.”
    â€œThen why isn’t your last name Vanderbrush?”
    â€œI don’t really know, I guess it’s just what they decided. I’m just really happy my name wasn’t Tobian Vanderbrush. Do you realize what kind of nightmare I would be living if it was?!” Sarah turned to look at Trevor. He was trying not to snicker; she smacked him in the stomach as he burst out laughing.
    â€œAnyway when I get married I plan on taking his last name. I’m just old-fashioned that way.”
    â€œMmm … Tobian Guggenheimer.”
    Sarah began to laugh and shook her head no. The blonde curls danced around her face.
    â€œYour parents weren’t bad.” Trevor put his arms around her.
    â€œYes, but they said ’That’s just a bar,’ when talking about your job. That bugged me.”
    â€œIf it doesn’t bother me it shouldn’t bother you.” He kissed her ear. They watched the sky above them. The stars were out burning like fireflies. Sarah leaned back against him.
    â€œAh, cute, a pair of lovebirds,” Brandi’s voice broke the peaceful moment. Sarah turned around to see who had found them.
    â€œHi, I’m Brandi Lewis.” She offered her hand to Sarah, but Trevor stepped in between the women in order to stop any interaction between them.
    â€œTelling you to get out of my face never works, does it?” Trevor’s anger grew with each word. Brandi looked confused. “You’re dressed for work, I see, so you had better get down to your corner on Fifth and Main.” The cutting remark surprised not only Sarah, but also Brandi. Trevor felt better.
    â€œThat was a little harsh, especially when your friend is here.”
    Trevor could see by the frown on her face that she couldn’t ignore the insult. Trevor crossed his arms. “Brandi, what do you want?”
    â€œNothing.”
    â€œYou always want something you lying little ….”
    â€œTrevor.” Sarah touched his shoulder, trying to subdue some of the volcanic anger inside him.
    â€œI see that no matter how nice I try to be, you’re still going to be the same old Trevor we all know and love.” She leaned against the door frame.
    â€œThere you go lying again. You wouldn’t know love if it hit you right in the nose.”
    â€œI loved you, Trevor, and you loved me.” Brandi had now turned her attention to Sarah. “We were hot back in our day. I loved how sexy he looked when he woke up each morning.”
    â€œBrandi.” Trevor’s voice was full of warning.
    â€œOh, oops, I guess by the warning I just got that you wouldn’t know Trevor’s bedtime habits.” Brandi covered her mouth with one hand, pretending she had accidentally revealed a secret. She then went in for the kill. “Listen, Trevor appears to be a great guy, but give him a couple months and his true self will pop out.”
    At this time Sarah’s phone rang; her parents wished to see her before they left. She excused herself and glanced back once, hoping it was safe for her to leave Trevor with this woman. She was more worried he would strangle her than anything else.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” he barked at her.
    â€œWhat about you? Never in my life did I think I would see you with her! She isn’t good for you; she isn’t even your type. We both know you need a girl with a little more … adventure.” She smiled seductively.
    â€œThink whatever you want.”
    â€œShe’ll break your heart; we both know that it’s true.”
    â€œShe’s worth it, but if she does that’s my business, goodbye.”
    Trevor pushed his way past her and found his way back downstairs. Sarah met him on the staircase and said she was going home. He agreed with her and they caught a cab, but the ride home was silent and so