Worthy (Complete)

Chapter 5

 Trevor's persistence had finally paid off, leaving a mere thirty minutes for Katelyn to get herself together. It was the first night since Cara's funeral, two weeks ago, that she agreed to leave her aunt's house. She had practically moved into it. Her days had been spent searching for answers to Cara's unexpected death, yet she was getting nowhere. Trevor had voiced his concern multiple times about her "letting him down easy". Even so, she wasn't crazy about going out. But she couldn't argue the fact that a change of scenery would be nice, not to mention some fresh air. Being cooped up in Cara's home, without her, had started to take its toll on her in many ways, her mind being one of them.

"Maybe a night out won't be so bad after all," she said, sliding open the door to her closet. A selection of outfits hung in front of her. Deciding to go with something simple, she pulled a blue, long sleeved dress from its resting place and watched as the hanger lightly swayed back and forth. "I guess this will have to do."

She slipped it over her head and then bent down to pick out the final touch to her ensemble – shoes. Her feet protested as she crammed them into a slender pair of wedged sandals. "The things a woman goes through to look nice, it's downright ridiculous sometimes. Why'd I let him talk me in to going out anyway? It would've been just as easy for him to bring something here." She plopped down on the bed and secured the last strap of her shoe in place. "Oh, right, fresh air."

She rubbed her lips together, smearing in the soft rose color that had just been applied to them, then made one last turn in front of the full length mirror.

"This is as good as it gets," she mumbled making her way down the stairs.

A chime echoed throughout the old wooden structure and her prior feelings and complaints were replaced with anticipation. "Who knows, I just might have a little fun tonight after all."

She opened the door and her heart fluttered in her chest. She couldn't help but obey the invisible strings that pulled on the corners of her mouth. There in front of her stood Trevor's muscular form covered in a white t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, and a black Stetson hat, with a collection of yellow and white wildflowers clutched in his hand.

Why after two years does this cowboy still give me butterflies?

"Hey, Trevor." She took the flowers and walked to the kitchen to hide the flush of warmth on her cheeks. "These are very pretty. Thank you."

"Not as pretty as you," he said as he spun her around.

"Oh, Trev, stop that. You're gonna make me blush. Besides, I need to get these," she gently waved the flowers between them, "in some water."

"Looks like you're already blushing to me. And besides, you don't have to worry about those." He took the bouquet and laid it on the counter. "I didn't want to show up with nothing so I picked 'em out of the side yard before I left. They're nothing fancy."

Held captive by his inviting green eyes, she silently scolded herself for letting the all too natural feelings he caused course through her body. Get a hold of yourself, you know better!

It was useless. She lost all control when he looked at her that way.

Does he even realize what he does to me? And if he does, how dare he!

A smile crossed her lips as she pushed him away. "They are too fancy, and need to be put in some water. Will you grab the vase under the sink for me?"

Trevor opened the door, moved a couple things aside and grabbed the clear glass container. "Here ya go, ma'am."

"Thanks." She let the water run until it was just right, filled the vase half full, placed the flowers inside and then set it on the table. "There, doesn't that look nice?"