He waited, and when she didn’t say anything else, he asked, “That’s it?”
“It’s a lot more complex than that. It sounds to me like your father was dyslexic, a trait that’s been known to be inherited.”
“I have dyslexia.” Just saying the word made his stomach clench.
“It would appear so. Again, I’m not a professional, but I did train for this and did some diagnostic work with learning-disabled adults. But yes, based on these test results, you’re dyslexic. It’s not a severe form, but because you’ve hidden it all these years and haven’t sought help, it just seems worse to you. It’s something you can learn to work with. The problem is, you’ve been so frustrated with your inability to read and write well that you just stopped, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And other people have been doing it for you all these years.”
“Yeah. My agent and my lawyer.”
“You need to stop that. And do you realize what a beacon of hope you could be for struggling youth, especially those who look up to you? If you come out publicly and say you have dyslexia, that it’s something you’ve struggled with your entire life, and that you’re working on getting help, you could help so many others.”
He shook his head. “It’s not something I want to discuss publicly.”
“Why not? It’s not something to be ashamed of, Trevor. This isn’t your father’s generation any longer. Hell, it hasn’t been for some time. Do you know how many brilliant people are dyslexic? Albert Einstein had dyslexia. And he was by no means stupid. So did Alexander Graham Bell. Thomas Edison. Nolan Ryan, famous baseball player. George Washington, for God’s sake. And Steven freaking Spielberg.”
He leaned back in the chair. “No shit.”
“Yes. And scores of others. Dyslexia challenges you, but it won’t defeat you. Not if you don’t let it.” She grasped his hand. “You’re smart, Trevor. You were never stupid. Ever.”
He suddenly felt ashamed for hiding it all these years. “And I can help people—I can help kids—by talking about it.”
She reached for his hand. “Yes. Definitely yes. Any time someone of your caliber talks about it, you help someone who—like you—is ashamed and not seeking help.”
“Shit. I should have done something about this a long time ago.”
She squeezed his hand. “I understand your fear. Your shame. Your father didn’t help the situation. And you thought you were like him.”
“Trying to read—to comprehend—every time I tried it made me mad. And getting angry and frustrated scared me, because it made me remember my dad. So I just backed away from it. I ran away from it. I’ve been in denial all these years, pretending it didn’t
exist. I hired people I trusted who would keep my secret, refusing to talk about. If I didn’t talk about it, I didn’t have to acknowledge it existed.”
“It does exist. What you do about it now is up to you. I will never tell anyone about this. You can trust me.”
It was time to push the fear and shame into the past. He was tired of hiding. “How do I get help? Will you help me?”
“I will help you, but I know scores of professionals who would do a much better job. Let me recommend some people to you, both here and in St. Louis. They’re very trustworthy, and will take it slow and work at your own pace.”
He had to trust Haven. He did trust Haven. He needed her. “Yeah. Recommend some people to me.”
“Thanks.”
“No. Thank you. For coming back here. I didn’t deserve it after the way I treated you. I’m sorry, Haven. I acted like an asshole and I’m asking you to forgive me for that.”
She came over and sat on his lap, and he’d never felt such warmth, such love. Such forgiveness and acceptance. “There’s nothing to forgive, Trevor. Now I understand what you were going through. I backed you into a corner and for that, I’m sorry.”
“You made me face something I should have faced a long time ago. I’m grateful. And I should never have asked you to leave. You don’t ask someone you love to walk out of your life.”
Haven lifted her head and stared into Trevor’s eyes, not sure she’d heard what he said correctly.
“What did you say?”
His lips curved. “I said I love you. Want me to say it again?”
“Yes, please.”
“I love you, Haven.”
She smiled, and her heart swelled with so much emotion she felt like she might burst. “I love you, too, Trevor.”
He swept his hand up and down her back. “I like the sound of that. Now you say it again.”
“I love you, Trevor.”
“We should probably seal this with some kind of kiss.”
She nodded. “Followed by some equally hot lovemaking, I hope.”
“Definitely.”
Trevor stood and pulled her against him, cupping the back of her neck and dragging her lips to his for a kiss that definitely left his intentions clear. From the very first time their lips met, she’d known he was it for her. Maybe she hadn’t realized it at first, because that initial spark of chemistry had distracted her, but now she realized it was more than simply biology that had drawn her to Trevor.
It was love—two people who were supposed to be together. They just . . . fit.
Especially when they kissed, when his mouth explored hers and exploded her brain cells left and right, making her sag against him until all she wanted was to tear every inch of clothing off to feel his skin against hers. There was something about this man that demanded she be close to him, touching him. She’d never been a big believer in that whole destiny thing, but he was it for her.
So when he broke the kiss and took her hand to lead her upstairs to his room, she followed along, taking in the sight of his very fine ass moving up the stairs.
And when they got there, it was her who pushed him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and continued where they left off. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth, the sexy fullness of his bottom lip, the slight scratchiness of his jaw when it was peppered with a day’s growth of stubble. She straightened only long enough to pull off her top and undo her bra, then bent down to slide one of her nipples in between his waiting lips. And when he sucked, she was in heaven, a delight of sensation to feel him pull and tug on the bud until she wanted more.
Apparently, so did Trevor, because he rolled her off him and drew her pants and underwear off, then spread her legs and buried his face in her sex, his tongue and mouth doing decadent, delicious things to her pussy. She grabbed hold of the cover and held on while he took her right to the edge.
And over. She cried out with her orgasm, but barely had time to draw in a ragged breath before Trevor got undressed and put a condom on.
She was still pulsing, still reeling from her climax when he slid inside her, his face looming over hers.
“We’re supposed to be together. I missed you when you were gone. I’m sorry I sent you away.”
He said this as he pulled out, then eased back inside her.
She wrapped her legs around him. “You’re forgiven.” She swept her fingers over his brow, his temple, then his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Feel free to say those words as many times as you want.”
His lips curved. “Yeah, you, too.”
Then he kissed her, and nothing else was said as he made love to her with a depth of passion that was filled with a new emotion. It was as if both of them had shed the walls they’d erected to protect their hearts. And as he moved within her, she knew without a doubt this was the man she was meant to be with, that he’d protect her, and she’d protect him.
He swept his hand under her buttocks and lifted her hips, grinding against her as he buried himself deep.
“Trevor.” She whispered his name, and her pussy quivered around him, tightening as she came close to orgasm.
“I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock. Make me come, Haven.”
She loved the gritty sound of his voice when he was deep in the throes of passion. And the way he slid against her, rubbing her clit
as he thrust in and out, was her undoing. She shattered, dragging her nails along his shoulders as she came. Trevor took her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss, taking in her cries and mixing his own groans in there as he released with a shudder.
They were glued together by perspiration and clasped arms and legs. Haven was in no hurry to move. Trevor rolled to his side, taking Haven with him. They stayed like that, stroking each other’s bodies for a while until he disengaged and left for only a few seconds. When he came back, he pulled her against him and tangled his fingers in her hair, kissed her deeply, and tucked her close.
“Are you staying for a while?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“When do you have to be back in New York?”
“After I finish my interview with you.”
He looked into her eyes. “I’d like to include the dyslexia thing in your interview.”
She drew back. “You want me to break it?”
“Yes.”
“Trevor. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I trust you’ll do it right.”
She laid her palm over his heart. “I will do it right. And I’ll get those recommendations for you starting tomorrow.”
“I’ll get started on it tomorrow. And I’ll go to the literacy center and talk to them as well.”
She laid her head on his chest. “I believe in you, Trevor. I always have.”
“That’s what’ll get me through this.”
She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Together. They’d get through anything together.
TREVOR WALKED OFF THE FIELD, A MUDDY, VICTORIOUS
mess. It had rained almost nonstop through the entire game against Green Bay. He didn’t know when he’d had more fun. He’d caught two passes for touchdowns, and had over a hundred yards in the game.
More importantly, they’d won, and that’s what counted the most, especially since the Hawks were on top of their division. He wanted them to stay there, which meant playing well every week. Right now they were firing on all cylinders.
Professionally, things were going well.
Personally, things were going even better. In the past two months, he’d been working with a specialist in learning disabilities who’d been patient in diagnosing his dyslexia and teaching him to read, plus work on his frustration issues when things didn’t go his way. Denise Lancaster was formidable and no bullshit, and she
didn’t fall for his charm. She made him work and work hard. For someone nearly sixty and barely five feet tall, she was one scary woman.
But she was his savior, and for the first time in his life, he was starting to enjoy reading. And even better, he was learning to comprehend what he was reading. It was like the lightbulb had finally gone off in his head, and a whole new world was opening up for him. He could already imagine diving into books he’d waited his whole life to read. Sure, he’d enjoyed audiobooks, but he’d waited a lifetime to read books—really read books.
Denise told him she’d set him up with someone just as scary as she was once he moved back to St. Louis.
He couldn’t wait.
He’d flown home to Springfield and had a long talk with his mother, telling her everything he should have told her years ago. She’d cried. Hell, he’d cried, too, and they’d talked out a lot of shit about his dad. His mother apologized for not being there to help him, and he shouldered the blame for hiding everything, explaining about how he was afraid he was going to end up like Dad.
She’d understood, and she told him she was so grateful he’d had Haven in his life.
Yeah, so was he. He promised to bring Haven there so his mom could meet her and his stepdad soon.
Tonight, Haven’s network was broadcasting his interview. His life story. Which meant the revelation about his dyslexia was going to be front-page news. He’d already told both his coaches and all his teammates. No one had thought it was a big deal, and many had asked why he’d waited so long to talk about it.
But he was talking about it, and he was going to keep talking about it. After the special, the network agreed to do a public service announcement about dyslexia and other learning disabilities,
including an 800 number for people to call to find out more about assistance programs. Trevor had insisted, and Haven’s producer had agreed that it would be a great public service.
Trevor and Haven had invited the team over tonight to watch. Trevor was having the event catered, which made Haven roll her eyes.
“I can cook, you know,” she said in between showering and tidying the place up. She’d wrapped up her interview months ago, then promptly quit her job with the network, which had shocked the shit out of Trevor.
They’d argued about it, too. Trevor had told her she had all these ideas for interviews. And she’d told him she was trying to find her place, and while she’d enjoyed the interview, she’d found something she loved more.
“You don’t need to cook for that many people. And are you sure when you watch this tonight you aren’t going to regret giving up your job as a sports reporter?”
“Absolutely not. Working with you has reminded me of my first love—education. I’m doing exactly what I want to do—going back to school to get my master’s in special education, so I can work with kids and adults with learning disabilities.”
“You enjoyed sports reporting, but I’ve seen a real fire lit under you since you decided to reignite your career in education.”
She finished setting the dining room table, then turned to him and grinned. “I know, right? Before my dad died, he told me to follow my dream. To do what I love. At the time, I thought that was journalism. And I did enjoy it a lot. But when I started working with you, I realized that this is what I was meant to do. This is what really makes me happy, Trevor.”
He came over to her and put his arms around her. “You’re what makes me happy.”
“What? Not a dual career of baseball and football?”
“Surprisingly, no. You come first.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “So do you. I’ve never been happier. And I think this—you and me—would have made my dad very happy.”
He brushed his lips across hers. “I hope so.”
“It’s making my mom extremely happy.”
He grinned. “I know. I’ve always been her favorite.”
Haven rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”