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“Going to be a point for what?” Heath’s voice startles me.

Spinning around, I see him standing there with a knowing look on his face. “Heath!” I smack his shoulder. “You know I can’t stand it when you scare me.”

“I know,” he counters back.

“What are you doing here?” I haven’t talked to Heath since the birthday blowup. That was last week. I’m sure he wants to forget, and so do I. We were both wrong in the way we acted. Not being forthright with Heath about Liam was shady on my end, and if Heath wants to act like nothing happened, then I’m all right with that.

“Trev texted me that he was done shopping with you guys.”

When I give Trevor the stink eye, he throws his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, Mom, but you know I can’t stand how long she takes. I thought it’d be best for my own well being that I depart from this adventure.”

“You’re supposed to be my ride or die, Trevor. How can you jump ship?”

“What were you talking about when I walked up?”

“Hey,” I point to Heath, “don’t try to change the subject.”

“Mom says that Jenna is going to start wearing stuff like that.” And the subject is officially changed. Trevor points to the screen as a tall, gorgeous woman struts down the catwalk in nothing but a studded leather ensemble.

“Over my dead body.”

“Oh really?” I counter.

“I agree with Dad.”

We make our way back to the side where sports bras and lounge pants are stocked. “You guys are in for the shock of your life if you think she’s not going to upgrade from this stuff to that stuff.” I point to the direction we came from. When I turn back around, Heath has a pair of pink lace panties in his hands.

“Do you like those?”

He pins me with his eyes. “Hell, yes.”

“Your daughter has a pair.”

The look of lust is replaced by instant mortification. I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh. The look on his face is one of the best things I’ve seen in such a long time. He immediately drops the cotton fabric. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” he tells Trevor before exiting the store.