I was just getting ready to knock, giving myself a much needed extra few seconds to suck in oxygen so I didn’t hold my breath in front of him or just gawk for longer than was socially acceptable, when the door jerked open. Trevor stood there, shirtless.
Again.
“Um…” I tilted my head and pointed. “Is this going to be a thing? You forgetting that you have muscles and I have eyes?”
His lips twitched. “In my defense, I was just victimized by three small children and finger paint.”
“Let me guess, they thought you were a canvas?”
“Bingo!” He laughed and held the door open wider. “I shouldn’t have confused them by wearing white.”
“Tsk tsk, you amateur.”
Trevor threw his head back and laughed. God, even his neck muscles were sexy. Must look anywhere but at the neck muscles and how they bulged above perfectly sculpted trap muscles.
The house looked pretty tidy, no laundry since I’d folded it the day before. Trevor’s six pack flexed as he moved around the kitchen island then grabbed a black, vintage-looking shirt from the nearby chair and pulled it over his head. It had holes in it, but I think it was on purpose and if not, at least it was clean.
For being a rock star he was pretty low key about what he wore.
“All right.” Trevor kissed Bella on the forehead, followed by Malcom and then Eric, who held up his fist for a bump. “Kids, be good for Penny, okay?”
Did he just drop the nickname again?
I told my heart to stop making such loud beats against my chest as he finally walked by me with a smile.
Calm down. It’s not like you get a goodbye kiss too, stupid heart.
He stopped right in front of me. A foot away. My smile felt too wide, too forced. This was what I got for staying up late the night before and YouTubing footage from his most recent tour.
Footage of sweat running down his chest while he tossed his drumsticks into the crowd, footage of him crooning into the microphone as women screamed all around him, holding up posters, flowers, bras.
Trevor put his hands lightly on my shoulders. “You okay today?”
“Huh? Me? Yup. I’m great.” I rocked back on my heels. “Sorry, it was just a busy day. Dani’s back in town, and she stopped by…” Why was I even telling him this? It wasn’t like he’d asked about my day.
I shut up when he grinned at me like I was being cute.
Right, so cute that I work at a coffee shop and smell like beans.
“I’m great,” I repeated.
“Did you need a ride?” he asked.
“Ride?” What was he talking about? “To?”
His grin was so sexy I wanted to either kiss him or just take a picture and stare at it later under my covers. I needed to get a grip or I was going to lose touch with reality, wasn’t I?
And reality was, at this moment, Trevor.
My job was not to stare at him and daydream, it was to do a job, to take care of his kids, to make sure that the hole their mother left in their hearts hurt less when I was around.
“The barbecue.” He checked his watch and then looked back up to me. “We’re headed over there too. In fact, I think—”
The doorbell rang.
He ran over and opened the door.
My jaw dropped.
