No More Lucky Star novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Walking back into the penthouse hit Talia like a freight train..

Everything was exactly the same as five years ago. Well, almost everything. All of Ivana’s crap was gone–her lacky photos, her designer purses scattered everywhere, those hideous throw pillows she was absessed with. But in their place were things that looked exactly like what Talia used to own. Same candles, same books, same everything.

Like she’d never left. Like he’d been sitting here waiting for her to come home this whole time.

The thought made her skin crawl

“I had them get your old room ready,” Trevor said softly, stopping outside the door she knew way too well. “Whatever you need, just ask.”

Talia nodded curtly, and a piece of hair fell into her face. She saw Trevor’s hand twitch, like he was about to brush it away–something he used to do all the time. She quickly turned her head before he could try.

Thanks. We’ll be gone first thing in the morning.”

Her voice was ice–cold, all business. Trevor’s hand dropped, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded rough.

Yeah. Sure. Get some sleep.”

Talia was almost inside when he called her name.

Talin?”

She paused, not turning around. “What?”

She could feel him staring at her, could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. Whatever he wanted to say, he was struggling with it..

Finally: “Nothing. Just… sleep well.”

The second she closed the door, Talia slumped against it. Trevor seemed so different. Smaller somehow, like someone had deflated him. The cocky asshole she remembered was gone, replaced by this broken version.

She wondered what the hell had happened to him in the past five years. Then immediately told herself she didn’t care.

Sleep was pretty much impossible. Every corner of this room held memories she’d spent years trying to forget. She was up before sunrise, showered and dressed and ready to get the hell out of there.

Her plan was to grab Isabella and slip out before Trevor even woke up. No awkward goodbyes, no more of whatever weird energy was happening between them.

Of course, nothing ever

er went according to plan.

Trevor was already awake, looking like he’d spent the night on the living room couch. His hair was sticking up, his shirt wrinkled, and there was

a pillow with a head–shaped dent next to him.

He shot to his feet the second he saw her.

“T’ll just call a cab.” She was already pulling out her phone.

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