“Where are Garrett and Trevor?”
“Garrett and Alicia had to leave right away, so he sent his regrets and told me to tell you he’d call you later this week. He said they’re going to try and make your race in Kansas City. Trevor’s around here somewhere.”
“Probably hitting on some poor woman.”
“Likely.”
“There are more of you?” Evelyn asked, astounded by two of these gorgeous men.
That there were four? It wasn’t possible.
“Yeah,” Gray said, turning to her with that smile that always gave her stomach butterflies. “Trevor, Drew, Garrett, and I roomed together in college.”
“Here,” Drew said, pulling out his phone. “Here’s a picture from our last get-together at the lodge.”
Evelyn took his phone and inspected the photo. Good lord. That much gorgeous man flesh in one place should be illegal. She swallowed and gave him the phone back. “Great picture.”
“Thanks.” Drew turned back to Gray. “Hey, I heard Briscoe was sick.”
Gray frowned. “How sick?”
“Pretty bad. They think it might be cancer.”
Evelyn laid a hand on Gray’s arm. “Who’s Briscoe?”
Gray turned to her. “Bill Briscoe and his wife, Ginger, were our dorm parents in college. They were like parents to all of us when we were there. We got close to them.
Nice people. Really nice people.” He shifted his gaze to Drew. “Have you been by to see them?”
“Not yet. I was going to go tomorrow. You want to come?”
He nodded. “I need to get back to the track, but we could go in the morning.”
“Trevor wants to go, too,” Drew said.
“Good. Have you talked to Haven yet?”
“Yeah. She’s up from Dallas to be with her folks.”
“Haven is Bill and Ginger’s daughter,” Gray explained to her.
Evelyn nodded. She could tell this upset Gray, that he was obviously close to Bill Briscoe. How sad for the family to be going through something so troubling. She hoped he’d be all right. It was hard to care about someone, to know they were hurting and not be able to be there for them. She squeezed his arm and he laid his hand over hers.
“Whoa. What’s going on here?”
She looked up to see one of the men from the picture Drew showed her. This must be Trevor, just as devastatingly gorgeous as Gray and Drew. He was tall and well built, with dark hair that fell across his forehead. A woman would itch to brush that hair away from his mesmerizing eyes, just so she could get a better look. And his mouth—oh, he had amazing lips.
Wow.
Gray pulled away from her, stood, and shook Trevor’s hand.
“Trevor, this is Evelyn Hill.”
She stood, too, and shook his hand. “Very nice to meet you, Trevor.”
“You too, Evelyn. It’s good to see Gray’s taste in women is improving.”
Evelyn laughed. “I work for his father.”
Trevor cocked a brow and flashed those amazing green eyes at her. “So you’re not his girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Too bad. The bleached blondes with short skirts and big boobs he tends to drag around are pretty low class. You, honey, are dynamite in a very classy package.”
She couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. “Well, thank you for that, Trevor.”
“Knock it off, Trev. I’ve got dibs on her,” Drew said.
Trevor shot a look at Drew. “My guess is she wouldn’t give you the time of day.”
“You can both knock if off,” Gray said. “She’s with me.”
“Which means what, exactly?” Drew asked.
“It means she’s with me.” Gray gave them both a look and Drew shrugged.
“Too bad,” Drew said. “Once you get bored with him, Evelyn, let me know. I’m way more fun.”
Evelyn found this conversation absolutely fascinating. The two of them had agreed to be hands-off today, and yet Gray had more or less inferred that they were . . .
together. At least to his friends. Maybe he was trying to keep them from hitting on her.
She had no idea.
She excused herself and went in search of Carolina. She found her sitting on the patio talking to Loretta, so she sat with them and visited for a while, until Loretta hopped up to see to a few of the guests’ needs, leaving her and Carolina alone again.
“So?” Evelyn asked.
Carolina sipped her drink. “So what?”
“So are you going to tell me about you and Drew?”
“Oh. That. It’s nothing.”
“It didn’t look like nothing to me.”
“He’s a jerk.”
“He’s a pretty hot jerk.”
“Yes, he’s hot. And he knows it, too. He’s always known it.”
Evelyn sat back and took a sip of tea, studying Carolina, who was searching the crowd. When Carolina’s gaze settled over Drew and lingered there, she knew something was up.