Exposed: New Adult Sport Romance (The Boys of Winter Book 5) by Violet Vaughn Read Free Book Online

car is right around the corner.”
    Trevor gives me a questioning look as he lifts his eyebrow again. My cheeks flame because I realize he’s remembering how we used to make out in my car. I revert right back to the sixteen-year-old version of me, and want to do just that. Instead, I ask, “Is that still all you think about?” And when I do, the pain of what happened because of our back seat sessions tweaks at my guilt.
    The low rumble of his laugh reverberates through me and grips my heart. He answers, “No, sometimes I think about skiing.”
    Yeah, well, I’m about to give you something else to think about. I lead Trevor across the street to the parking lot behind Rhinestone Cowgirl. When we get to it, the ice buildup crunches under our feet, and I ask, “So how do you like teaching?”
    “I love it. I had no idea I would be so good, but last year I worked at Sugarloaf and decided to move out west. I might even coach a bit, too.” He shoves his hands in the pockets of his open fleece, and I remember how he never used to get cold.
    I notice Neal’s BMW next to Nika’s Land Rover and then my practical Honda. The lock clicks open when I push the remote. “I believe it. You’re a patient guy.” The kind of guy that would make a good father.
    Trevor climbs in, and his door slams before he asks, “Are you still drawing?” I flash back to the pictures of him I sketched and hung on my bedroom wall. And the hundreds of pictures I drew when I was pregnant, still holding on to the hope he would come and save me from giving our daughter up for adoption.
    My car roars to life as I turn it on to run the heat. “Yes, I’m a clothing designer now.”
    “Sweet. Did you go to art school?”
    “Uh-huh, in Rhode Island. What about you? Are you a mad scientist?”
    He grins at me. “Naw. I did major in chemistry and might go back to get my teaching degree. But I gave the Olympics a shot. Didn’t make it, though.”
    The air from the heater is lukewarm, and I adjust the vents so they aren’t blowing directly at us. I take a deep breath and get to the point. “Trevor, first I want to apologize for leaving without ever saying good-bye.”
    “Oh, Ruby, you don’t have to do that. I was such an ass to you. I’m so sorry. Did you read my texts and e-mails?”
    Shrugging, I say, “Yeah, I couldn’t answer you, though.” Because I couldn’t have kept my secret. “You broke my heart.”
    He reaches over and takes my hand. His is warm, and my throat gets thick in response. My intention wasn’t to make him feel guilty. Trevor says, “My heart broke, too. I was in love with you, I never lied about that. I made the biggest mistake of my life when I cheated.”
    “I’ve forgiven you. We make mistakes like that in high school.” I take my gloves off and place them on the center console.
    I smile, but my heart isn’t behind it. My stomach is clenched, and I’m afraid I might throw up. “I’m about to tell you something that’s going to make you hate me.”
    Trevor’s eyes are lighter in shade than Neal’s, and I’m suddenly wondering if maybe my mother was right, that there isn’t any point in what I’m about to do. “You know how we moved to be closer to my mother’s cousin who was dying?”
    “Yeah.” Trevor shifts in his seat as if he wants to bolt.
    “That’s not why we moved.”
    I watch the muscles in Trevor’s jaw start to work, and imagine he might want to throw up now too. I say, “I was pregnant.”
    Trevor closes his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose. He opens them, and his voice is hard. “That time I came inside you, right?”
    He confirms the rumors I suspected probably happened, because he’s definitely thought about this. I nod. “That’s what I wanted to tell you the night you thought I was going to break up with you.”
    His hand is combing through his hair, and this time I think he might yank some out. “Shit. Did you—are you telling me I’m a father?”
    “Yes. I gave our