[Gabrielle’s POV]
I curl my legs under me, getting comfortable while Trent offers me a beer, which I happily take. If I was going to be stuck alone with this man, I needed something to take the edge off, and alcohol was the perfect thing.
I didn’t know exactly what I expected to come out of his mouth, but I knew that if he was going to be totally honest with me, then the woman I saw him with all those years ago was going to be brought up.
Popping open my beer, I take a swig while Trent takes a seat across from me and does the same. However, he doesn’t speak; instead, he just continues to examine me, taking me in like someone who found something amazing, and that alone makes my determination to not be sucked in waver again.
“Are you going to talk?” I ask, not wanting this strange and ye
