Page 51 of Tangled With You

She lifted a brow. “And you’re the only qualifiedbabysitter? What about Leah? Didn’t I hear that she’s Trevor’s roommate? Askher to come over here, and you’ll have him all to yourself.”

“I don’t remember you being this devious and persistent whenwe were dating.”

She shrugged. “Maybe I only am when I’m pushing for theright match.”

He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “I’m very gladyou’re still in my life.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Me too. Especially with a crazy ex wanderingaround out there.”

“Right. Calling Leah now. She’s tiny, but she’s one hell ofa bad ass, and a damn good shot, too.”

“And she can entertain me with Trevor stories that you canlater bribe me to share.”

He laughed, thrilled that after their rollercoaster ride ofa relationship, they were finally okay.

He hoped that was a portent. Because one thing he knew forcertain, if he lost Trevor now, he’d never recover.

* * * *

“You forget something?” Trevor asked, answering the callfrom Leah who’d left about half an hour ago to watch Courtney while Ollie gotcalled into a meeting with Horowitz.

“Nope. All good. I’ve been talking to Courtney, and I’m justcalling to tell you you’re a foolish prick.”

“Thank you. Appreciate the moral support. Seriously, Leah?What the fuck?”

“I am serious. You’re so in love with the guy that you’rehaving panic attacks. You’re terrified that he’s going to leave you, so you’redoing everything in your power to make that actually happen.”

“Dammit, Leah. Don’t be—”

“Oh, shut up. I know you. I know how you think. And I knowthat you’re being completely stupid about the whole thing.”

“Fine. Whatever. Can I just crash now?”

“Not until you tell me that you’re going to fight for him.Because, seriously, how often do you feel like that about someone?

Not that often.

“You can’t just let that go because your delicate little tushie is afraid of getting smacked down. Because, one—growa pair. And two—that man is head-over-heels for you and he’s not goinganywhere. And if you can’t see it then you need to open your damn eyes.”

Somewhere in that ramble, Trevor realized he was smiling.

“You’re a good friend, Leah.”

“Damn right I am. Which is why I’m telling you that youcan’t pull away from him. Just the opposite. You need to fight for him.”

“You’re right.”

“I mean, really fight because—wait. I’m right?”

“You are.” She was. He loved Ollie. And, yeah, he wasterrified that he’d leave, but he’d rather be with Ollie and control the terrorthan be without him and floundering.

“You’re going to fight for him?”

That time he outright laughed. “Yes. You’re right. Do I haveto tattoo it on my backside?”

“Maybe. Mostly I’m just glad you see it. And that you’reready for a throw down. Because, my charming roomie, Ollie’s on his way to youright now. And his agenda is pretty much the same. I recommend make-up sex, youknow. Just not on the sofa, okay?”

“Wait, what?”