Double Plush Velvet BBW Romance (Velvet Series) (11 page)

Attempting to calm herself and get a hold of the reins, she focused in on the identical cowboys through the truck widow. She actually had wanted to see them side by side to further add to her list of how different they were.

Okay, let’s see?
Bren studied them both. Travis looked handsome all right, but she noticed his posture was a little slumped as compared to the way Trevor held his back straight and his shoulders high. Trevor’s hair was as black as Travis’s, but it was curlier.

Her eyes dropped to their hands. She knew what those looked like up close. Trevor had calluses and his hands had a few small scars on them, like maybe from working with barbed wire or something. She’d noticed this in the cottage and thought it was sexy as all hell and she made a mental note to kiss each scar when she got the chance.

 
His twin, Travis, had smoother hands, like they’d never been put to much hard labor, and now that she saw them together? Trevor was in far better shape than his twin.

Yeah, I think I could tell the difference if the need ever arose again.
She felt better now than ever before about it, while knowing exactly what to look for. Although Bren was engrossed in her research, she could now seem to hear some of what they were saying, seeing as how loud they were yelling.

“You are not to ever talk to Vikki, you hear?” Travis shouted.

“Well, that ain’t easy when she burst in and accused me of being you!”

Travis said something that Bren couldn’t catch.

 
It seemed to be significant and she gazed at Trevor’s face.
 

He laughed in Travis’s face, and then glanced over at Bren. His smile suddenly dropped, as Travis seemed to be saying something more to him.

Oh, no. It was something about her!
She knew it had to be, when both cowboys swung their blue-eyed gazes over at her.

If Bren ever before wanted to be small and invisible, it was right then. All this time of wanting those eyes to look at her and now, she wanted to avoid being seen altogether. Besides, she never thought she’d ever be looking at double blue gazes.

Trevor flipped around and stalked away, leaving his angry looking brother standing there. He went around and got into the truck. He looked around on the seat and spotted a metal box about the size of a cell phone, picked it up and hit a button. The garage doors opened in front of the truck and he drove out.

Bren remained silent. She didn’t know what was going on, but hell, that wasn’t anything new, was it? This whole thing between these twins seemed way out of control.

Trevor was quiet too, as he drove out along Triple K drive and turned out onto Lockhart road.

She finally asked, “Okay, so what did Travis say?”

“Nothing, as usual; just a whole lot of nothin’.”

Bren sighed. “It sure looked like he said something.”

Trevor shook his head. “I’m pretty tired of the games he’s always pulling and I’m sorry if I was being an ass to you again.”

She laughed. “You aren’t an ass and it’s your right if’n you don’t feel like talking.”

Glancing over at her, he gave her a penetrating stare.

“What?” she asked.

He looked elated suddenly while he drove up the road to her apartment building. “You are just some kind of wonderful—“ he halted and stared straight ahead as though something had just dawned on him.

Bren looked from him to where he’d parked the truck. Stunned, she stared at her apartment building and just realized that he hadn’t ever asked where she lived. Her startled gaze swept back over to him.

He looked chagrined. “Okay, well the truth is that I sort of—well… Maybe, I stalked you for a bit?”

Well, if this didn’t beat all, she thought with a shock. I was stalking him and possibly his brother and he was stalking me? Her brain just whirled around in a dead heat for any sense to the wild situation.

His admittance to a previous interest in her that was above a passing one may have been the best news she’d had during this hectic day of her new challenging life. However, as her momma always put it?
Life was full of big butts and you never knew when one was gonna show itself.
The big butt here was—that his admission didn’t let her off the hook, either.

She had been silent for about two long, tense minutes now and she finally knew how to handle this big butt!
Head straight on into it, Bren. Don’t hide nothing that you will live to regret later.
“Okay, so you’ve been caught and now I gotta ask you an odd question.”

Still looking embarrassed, he sighed and took the keys from the ignition. “All right, that sounds fair, I guess.”

“Is this just your truck? I mean, are you the only one who ever drives it?”

Wrinkling his brow at a question that must have seemed like it came from nowhere, he shrugged. “Yeah, why? You wanna see my license and registration now?” he joked.

“No, but I need to know if Travis ever drives it.”

At the mention of his brother, his whole demeanor seemed to change. “No, he has his own vehicle and he can drive it to hell for all I—” He shook his head.

Bren let out a big breath. “Okay, well I have my own confession to tell then.”

At the announcement, he looked pained.

“I sort of, maybe…like—? Well, I stalked you too, I guess?”

 
Looking stunned, he tilted his hat back.

“Sometimes, when you left the diner, I would sneak out just to watch you get into this truck.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “But, well…you can see why I’m having a tough time here, don’t you?”

Trevor nodded and looked out through the windshield. “You mean you couldn’t figure out just who you may have been stalking?”

“Yes!” she answered. “I also don’t want to drive you away because of that selfish brother of yours.”

“Well, truth be told, he said something selfish about you, back at the garage just now.”

Bren gulped and stared at him.

“He said you had the hots for him first and…”

Bren gasped, as his voice faded away. “Well, seeing how I was stalking you in this very truck more than once? I’m not so sure that it wasn’t you I had the
hots
for all along anyhow, but I dang well know who it is I want now!”

 
“Are you sure?”

Nodding her head, she grabbed his hands. “See this?” She looked down at his large warm palm.

 
Gazing down at her grip, Trevor looked puzzled.

“You have hands that show how hard you’ve worked all your life.”

He shook his head at her while looking bewildered.

Bren turned his hand over. “There are tiny scars all along your fingers here on your left hand.” She lowered her lips and kissed his scarred knuckles just like she’d promised herself. “And see this here?” She pointed at the long scar on his right palm. “I’ll just bet this came from a rope burn when you were wrangling calves at brandin’ time.”

Sitting still, he looked stunned.

“Now, just to be clear, I’ve never held your brother’s hands like this, but I noticed he has smooth, soft looking hands.”

He remained mute as he stared hard at her face.

“Also?” She reached up, threading her fingers under his hat and through his silky dark hair. “You have curly, wavy hair and he has straight hair.”

Trevor did look surprised.

“One other thing and you gotta promise not to get a big ego.”

He tugged his hat back down and gave her one of those teasing winks. “With you around, it’s already getting so huge that I may just pop!”

Bren laughed as she continued, “Well, you’re more built than him, like he slumps when he is standing, while you stand with your back straight. He seems to have muscles, but they seem to be superficial and not as refined as yours.”

Trevor stared hard at her as she spoke.

“Now, I don’t know what the heck happened between you, him and that Vikki person, but I want you to know that I’ll never get confused again!”
There, she did it!
She gave him both barrels and she laid her cards out for him to see.

He nodded, though he still looked a little dazed at her succinct knowledge of so many small details.

Feeling good now that she cleared the air about mixing the two men up, she gave him one of her wickedest winks. “So, why don’t ya come on up to my apartment with me, big boy…” she added in her best Mae West voice.

Grinning, he gave her a salute. “Well, you won’t have to ask me twice, Miss Plush!” He got out of the truck and rushed around the front. Opening the heavy truck door for her, he grabbed her up and swung her out. He swiveled around and slammed it shut with a kick of his cowboy boot.

Giggling, she was startled when he didn’t put her down right away. “Um, Trevor?”

“Yes?” He was still smiling as he made his way through the entrance.

“You do realize that it’s two flights up to my apartment, right?”

“So?” He gazed down at her face. “It’s also a million miles to heaven and yet I’m there!”

At his sweet romantic words, Bren’s heart hammered in her chest while she wondered what her neighbors would think about some hunky man carrying her all the way to her door.
Ah hell, it’s about time I finally gave them something naughty to talk about
. “Well, then I do have another odd question,” she added, as he was already halfway up the second flight.

 
Halting his jaunty steps, he stared down at her face, and he looked a little anxious. “Yeah?”

Biting her lip, a hundred good, wild momma lines danced in her head, begging to be said, but she figured she’d now make up some of her own. “Um, do you like to take your rose scented bubble baths with or without wearing your cowboy hat?”

Trevor lifted his head, as he seemed to think about the answer very carefully. “Well, Miss Plush, I don’t know if we should be taking a bubble bath on our first date and all.”

This answer wasn’t what she expected or what she’d hoped to hear and she felt that tilting downhill feeling again.

“Seeing as to how I’ve never even brought you roses or fed you M&M’s yet.” He gazed down at her while his cobalt eyes sparkled from beneath that dusty cowboy hat.

A very big lump formed in her throat as she gazed up at the cowboy who she now knew for sure would star in more than just her dreams.

“But maybe, I could just owe you a mighty truckload of roses and I do have a possibly melted pack of M&M’s in my pocket?”

 
Bren suddenly knew for sure that she’d been mightily mistaken before. This? Right here—right now? Was the finest breathless moment of her life, like none other before. “Well, Mister Sweet Cheeks, we’d best hurry up. If they’re in your hot pockets? They might all just melt without me!”

At her comical answer, Trevor let out a huge laugh as he rushed up the rest of the steps to her apartment door.