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sweet sound. That perfect paradise her mind was relaxing on. He couldn’t take that away from her.
    “Just how I would give your dad the first swing, but I would get to finish Reed off if he ever even thought about hurting you,” he teased, making sure to send Reed a look that very well told him that he may be teasing Meagan, but he was serious as shit. Reed nodded, a faint smile tugging up—almost a challenge. And Trevor could appreciate it. The only man who would ever be worthy of Meagan was a man willing to fight him for her. Reed had already proved that he was willing and ready.
    Her blue eyes rolled toward the back of her head. “Seriously? I thought we covered this already.”
    Pressing his palm to the back of her head, he gently pushed until the top of her head connected with his lips. “Covered,” he reassured her. He’d taken it upon himself to have that conversation with Reed the second he found out Meagan was marrying him. He’d needed to make sure she wouldn’t get hurt. But he wasn’t worried about that anymore. Reed was a good guy, and he loved Meagan. No doubt about it.
    “Hey, baby, can I talk to you for a quick second?” Eva said from behind. He recognized her voice, but it lacked that confidence it usually carried. She sounded nervous. Her words didn’t register—he didn’t realize she was speaking to him until he felt her hand on his biceps. He turned around to face her and Meagan did the same.
    Meagan’s eyes widened as she looked from him to Eva, the same confusion he was feeling was inscribed on Meagan’s expression, but the look in Eva’s eyes warned him from asking what the hell was going on.
    “Sure,” he said cautiously. Dropping his arm from Meagan, he followed Eva.
    He was enjoying the view from behind as she quickly made her way down the slight decline toward the dock. The now-setting sun saturated her body, her hair soaking up the golden rays as the light reflected in the fiery strands that were blowing in the faint breeze.
    She hopped up onto the large dock, the boards creaking under their feet as he followed her to the edge.
    “Dammit,” she basically shouted, like she was cursing the water in front of her for flowing. Trevor wanted to reach out and touch her, but the way she wrapped her arms around her stomach as she sat down, dangling her feet into the cool water, made him resist. He just stood behind her, letting her work through whatever had her riled. When she was ready, she would tell him, and he would help her figure out whatever it was. He had this woman shit figured out solid. At least he thought he did, but the next words out of Eva’s mouth shocked the hell out of him.
    “I fucked up Trev. Real bad.”
    Eva admitting that she did something wrong sent the first wave of confusion his way. This woman wouldn’t admit her shit stank. “Can you give me a little bit more insight than that?”
    She rolled her head back, closing her eyes as her face lifted toward the sky. An audible sigh laced with a frustrated growl hummed from her lips. He took that as his cue to sit. He slipped off his shoes and socks and lowered himself next to her, dunking his feet into the lake.
    Dropping her head, she turned to face him. She was embarrassed. He didn’t see this emotion cross over her face often, but he fucking loved it when he did. Her smooth, porcelain skin that had only a hint of a sun-kissed glow had a transparent flush—a rosy tint that clashed with her golden-red hair—and it was sexy. “I told Luke we were together,” she muttered almost shyly, which was another emotion that wasn’t one she typically harbored.
    And he laughed. He laughed deep in his chest until his back was damn near forced down against the dock. He laughed hard enough to the point where no sound was hitting his ears—silent laughter.
    “It’s not fucking funny,” she whined, slapping his chest hard.
    “Oh, it’s funny,” he said attempting to catch his breath.
    She grimaced and shook her