unshakeable. It was clear Matt loved Trina and vise versa.
She parked and got out, wiping her eyes on a pathetic excuse for a tissue. He went to her, took her in his arms, and held her. Typically, she cried harder, and typically, he wanted to bolt, but he held firm and she finally quieted down. That’s firm and she finally quieted down. That’s when she started to spill her guts. In a rush of sobbing, mumbled words, he managed to figure out that she was terrified Matt was seeing another woman.
“There’s no way, Trina. I’m telling you, Matt loves you.”
“Oh, Greg. I just don’t know. It’s not like him to lie to me. He’s never lied to me.”
Her eyes pleaded with him. “Has he said anything to you, Greg? Anything at all?”
Greg shook his head and rubbed Trina’s
arm
soothingly. “No, honey,
nothing. You know Matt, he tackles problems head-on. If he were interested in someone else, he’d tell you before doing anything rash. I know he would.”
Trina was a tall, model-thin brunette who could pass easily for a movie star; however, she had the down to earth personality of a small town girl. She was sweet and lovable as hell and she’d been good to Matt.
Greg heard a diesel engine roaring into their complex and he flinched. “Uh, don’t be mad, Trina, but I called Matt.” She gave
him
that
deer-caught-in-the-
headlights stare and he said, “He’s here now.” She whipped around and slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back another sob probably.
It didn’t work out too well.
Matt’s big, red truck rambled into the spot next to Trina’s car and the angry diesel shut off. Stillness hung in the air as Matt looked at Trina through the windshield.
“Oh my,” Trina mumbled.
Yeah , Greg thought, Matt’s royally pissed . He got out, and in two long strides was in front of them, his hands fisted at his sides, legs braced apart. “What on Earth are you doing here, Trina?”
Trina looked down at the ground, not answering. Matt stepped forward and placed his hand at the nape of her neck, forcing her head up to look at him. “What was so fucking awful that you had to come to my brother instead of me?”
“I saw you with her, Matt.” Her voice sounded lost and Greg felt terrible for her, as well as a little bit protective. Hell, she was practically a sister at this point.
“Matt, it may help to listen to her instead of trying to intimidate the shit out of her.”
Matt’s eyes never moved away from Trina. “Stay out of it, Greg.” To Trina he said, “Her who ?”
Trina’s head shot up and Greg noted that her eyes had lost some of their sadness.
Now they were spitting fire. “The cute little red head, you big idiot!”
Matt stared at her as if she’d lost her mind before a wild laugh erupted from him.
“You’re laughing? You think it’s funny?” Trina said in disbelief.
“I interviewed her for a waitress job, Trina. I’m not seeing her.”
She pointed a finger into his chest and growled, “You were at the Tasty Freeze!”
Matt grabbed her finger and brought it to his lips, kissing it tenderly. “She’s pregnant, and married, I might add. She had a craving, so we did the interview there.” Trina’s face turned bright red and Matt stepped closer to her and took her in his arms. “I don’t want anyone else but you, darlin’. You should know better,” he softly chastised.
“Oh, Matt!”
Greg started to smile and give them their privacy, but motion across the drive caught his attention. Sarah was outside sunning herself. He knew that because he’d been watching her the entire time. Only now Blake, the bastard newcomer, stood over her, talking to her, looking at her. Greg heard her laugh when Blake crouched down and touched the tip of her nose with his forefinger. Greg saw red.
Without saying a word to his kissing guests, Greg closed the distance between him and Sarah. Every step closer, his anger rose another notch. As soon as he was
She parked and got out, wiping her eyes on a pathetic excuse for a tissue. He went to her, took her in his arms, and held her. Typically, she cried harder, and typically, he wanted to bolt, but he held firm and she finally quieted down. That’s firm and she finally quieted down. That’s when she started to spill her guts. In a rush of sobbing, mumbled words, he managed to figure out that she was terrified Matt was seeing another woman.
“There’s no way, Trina. I’m telling you, Matt loves you.”
“Oh, Greg. I just don’t know. It’s not like him to lie to me. He’s never lied to me.”
Her eyes pleaded with him. “Has he said anything to you, Greg? Anything at all?”
Greg shook his head and rubbed Trina’s
arm
soothingly. “No, honey,
nothing. You know Matt, he tackles problems head-on. If he were interested in someone else, he’d tell you before doing anything rash. I know he would.”
Trina was a tall, model-thin brunette who could pass easily for a movie star; however, she had the down to earth personality of a small town girl. She was sweet and lovable as hell and she’d been good to Matt.
Greg heard a diesel engine roaring into their complex and he flinched. “Uh, don’t be mad, Trina, but I called Matt.” She gave
him
that
deer-caught-in-the-
headlights stare and he said, “He’s here now.” She whipped around and slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back another sob probably.
It didn’t work out too well.
Matt’s big, red truck rambled into the spot next to Trina’s car and the angry diesel shut off. Stillness hung in the air as Matt looked at Trina through the windshield.
“Oh my,” Trina mumbled.
Yeah , Greg thought, Matt’s royally pissed . He got out, and in two long strides was in front of them, his hands fisted at his sides, legs braced apart. “What on Earth are you doing here, Trina?”
Trina looked down at the ground, not answering. Matt stepped forward and placed his hand at the nape of her neck, forcing her head up to look at him. “What was so fucking awful that you had to come to my brother instead of me?”
“I saw you with her, Matt.” Her voice sounded lost and Greg felt terrible for her, as well as a little bit protective. Hell, she was practically a sister at this point.
“Matt, it may help to listen to her instead of trying to intimidate the shit out of her.”
Matt’s eyes never moved away from Trina. “Stay out of it, Greg.” To Trina he said, “Her who ?”
Trina’s head shot up and Greg noted that her eyes had lost some of their sadness.
Now they were spitting fire. “The cute little red head, you big idiot!”
Matt stared at her as if she’d lost her mind before a wild laugh erupted from him.
“You’re laughing? You think it’s funny?” Trina said in disbelief.
“I interviewed her for a waitress job, Trina. I’m not seeing her.”
She pointed a finger into his chest and growled, “You were at the Tasty Freeze!”
Matt grabbed her finger and brought it to his lips, kissing it tenderly. “She’s pregnant, and married, I might add. She had a craving, so we did the interview there.” Trina’s face turned bright red and Matt stepped closer to her and took her in his arms. “I don’t want anyone else but you, darlin’. You should know better,” he softly chastised.
“Oh, Matt!”
Greg started to smile and give them their privacy, but motion across the drive caught his attention. Sarah was outside sunning herself. He knew that because he’d been watching her the entire time. Only now Blake, the bastard newcomer, stood over her, talking to her, looking at her. Greg heard her laugh when Blake crouched down and touched the tip of her nose with his forefinger. Greg saw red.
Without saying a word to his kissing guests, Greg closed the distance between him and Sarah. Every step closer, his anger rose another notch. As soon as he was
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