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“Try it.”
He slowly got up, and I watched the muscles in his back shift as he stood and moved toward the bassinet. As he bent over, I got a good view of his backside and noticed a long scar that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. Had he been injured overseas?
Devon grunted a little bit, but otherwise remained asleep, and Trevor stretched his shoulders and back. I found myself biting my bottom lip and dragged my eyes off his body and back to my computer screen.
“Why don’t you go lay down, and I’ll keep an eye on him while I work.”
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here, right? To let you get some sleep.”
He approached the couch, snagging his shirt from the armrest. “Thank you, Davina. I really do appreciate it.”
“Go, before I change my mind,” I said without looking at him. My fingers were running aimlessly over the keyboard as if I were typing something meaningful. I was typing; I was typing exactly what I was saying to him, not code, but I wanted him to think that I was working, and he wasn’t affecting me.
“Can you give me a few hours?”
“Yep,” I replied.
“Thanks again,” he said and then passed by me and headed to a small hallway. I let my eyes flip to his backside again and watched him disappear into a door in the hallway. A few moments later, I heard the water running and figured he was taking advantage of his time to take a shower. My mind exploded with images of that chest and back wet with soap bubbles slipping slowly south.
“Oh, geez, I need to get laid,” I muttered to myself and then shut out all thoughts of Trevor as I deleted the gibberish I’d been writing and got back to work.
In the back of my mind, I was aware of Trevor finishing his shower and moving around in the other room, but I was on a roll on what I was doing and able to block thoughts of him out of my mind. I sipped from my coffee mug, and after a while, the apartment grew very quiet.
I was letting something run on my laptop and glanced around the living area of the apartment for the first time since I’d arrived. The furniture was dark brown, and the walls were covered with pictures. I set my laptop to the side and got up to investigate a few of them.
Most of them were of men, and a few women, dressed in military gear. There were a few sunsets over vast landscapes, but most were of people, except one over to the side. I went to stand in front of it. Carol would have loved it. It was of a lightning bolt streaking down from the sky in the middle of nowhere. I shivered and turned away from it and went back to the other photos. Trevor was in almost every single one of them, and I found myself studying him in each one. He had a handsome smile, and with his dark sunglasses on, he looked tough and unapproachable.
The image of him lying on the couch with Devon on his chest came to mind, and I realized that even the toughest of men could look different when they held a child. If nothing else, Trevor Vaughn would keep Devon safe.
I sighed and went back to my laptop, lying back and kicking my feet out on the cushions after removing my shoes. My gaze strayed to the storm picture, and I gnawed on my bottom lip. I suddenly remembered that yesterday we’d had wild storms, the kind that Carol had loved. Was it odd that it had been storming like crazy when I took Devon to his father? I shook my head, dismissing the thought, and got back to work.
It was a while later when Devon began to fidget, and I realized it had been almost four hours since he last ate. He must have been worn out from all the crying.
I went into the kitchen and found a clean bottle, preparing one for him. My gaze latched on to the note that Carol had written to Trevor, and I found the envelope still sealed. He hadn’t even read it. Why? Did he not want to hear what she had to say, or did he forget about it?
I glanced at my watch, seeing it was almost five-thirty in the morning. It was going to be a long day, but I needed to keep working. I was almost done and should have it finished in another hour or two. I decided to make coffee and fished around in the cabinets until I found his filters and coffee. I had just put it on when Devon began to cry softly, and I collected the bottle and him and went back to the couch while the coffee brewed.
“Hey there, little boy,” I cooed to him as I gave him the bottle. “You slept well. I wish you had slept that well at my house.” He hurriedly sucked the bottle down, and I put him on my shoulder to burp him. It didn’t take long, and before I knew it, he was asleep again.
I put him back into his bed, poured myself a cup of coffee after finding powdered creamer in a cupboard, then sat back down to finish my work. It was another two hours, and I was almost done when I heard a noise behind me and turned back to see Trevor coming out of his room. He was wearing track pants and pulling a t-shirt over his head.
“Is he still sleeping?” he asked softly, and his husky morning voice did funny things to my stomach.
I took a sip of coffee. “He is now. He woke up a couple of hours ago to eat, but he went right back to sleep.”
He glanced at his watch. “I can’t believe I slept for six hours. Been a while since I was able to do that.”
He stood over Devon for a moment and then turned and went into the kitchen. “You made coffee.”
“Yeah, I needed a boost.”
He chuckled, and I found myself mesmerized by his sleepy smile.You need to hate him, not fall for him, Vina, I reminded myself. He’s the reason Carol is dead.
Chapter Seven
Trevor
