“Nothing?” she said quickly.
“Nothing?”
“Well, um,” Zoe said, nibbling on her bottom lip as she shot her closed door a nervous look. “That is, you see, um, I um, have company,” she said, wringing her hands together.
He threw her a disbelieving look as he looked pointedly at her light teal baby tank top that showed an incredible amount of cleavage that his eyes may have lingered on for a second or two before moving down to her dark blue plaid pajama pants that he knew from prior experience would give him a really good view of her ass if she turned around.
“Company?” Trevor asked in clear disbelief as his eyes returned to her face to find her blushing rather adorably.
“Yes?”
His lips twitched. “You’re not sure if you have company or not?”
“No, I mean yes. I, um, that is, I-”
“She probably has a date,” Jason suggested from the living room, cutting Zoe off.
“Yes, that’s it! I have a date?” she quickly agreed but really didn’t sound all that sure.
“A date?” Trevor asked hesitantly, wondering if she’d mentioned it this morning and he’d simply forgot. Then he frowned, wondering what kind of asshole couldn’t fork over a few dollars to take his date out. He didn’t like the idea of anyone taking advantage of Zoe, well, besides him, of course.
“Yeah, so I should probably return to him,” Zoe said, moving towards her apartment door only to come to a halt when the doorbell rang. With an exasperated sigh, she reached around him and snagged his wallet out of his back pocket and promptly shoved him into his apartment and closed the door in his face, leaving him stunned.
“I like her,” Brad said, chuckling.
“For a Red Sox tee-shirt-wearing woman, I guess she’s okay,” Jason grumbled.
“Does no one care that she just manhandled me?” Trevor demanded, facing the men who should be properly outraged on his behalf.
Jason snorted. “As long as she brings me food, she can bitch slap you and call you spanky.”
Trevor narrowed his eyes on the men who dared laugh at his pain.
Betraying bastards!
“All set!” Zoe yelled.
After throwing one last menacing glare at the bastards who either laughed at him or ignored him, Trevor opened his door just as Zoe’s was practically slammed shut. Seconds later, he heard the telltale sounds of the lock clicking.
He quickly moved out of the way as Jason shoved past him to get to the large piles of takeout bags and boxes Zoe left on the floor and couldn’t help but wonder what Zoe was hiding.
Chapter 10
“Wouldn’t you rather have this old tennis ball?” Zoe asked, holding up the ball and nearly crying in frustration as Toby licked Mr. Cuddles’ face and laid his muzzle across her poor defenseless bear’s stomach.
“This is so much more fun,” she said, tossing the tennis ball in the air and catching it. “See?” she said, giving him a hopeful look that he simply ignored.
“Hey! Don’t lick that!” she pleaded as he licked poor Mr. Cuddles’ eyes.
“Zoe?” Trevor said through the wall. “Is everything okay?”
Damn it.
“Um, yeah, everything is fine?” she said loudly, shifting nervously as she wondered, not for the first time, what the hell she was going to do with a dog.
Sooner or later, Trevor was going to find out about Toby and send them both packing since there was no way that she was going to be able to keep a dog a secret for very long. She’d thought that she was going to have a heart attack a few hours ago when Toby knocked over her stack of books when she’d been talking with Trevor in the hallway. Her quick thinking certainly hadn’t saved her ass, Zoe thought dryly.
Toby chose that moment to bark while his tail thumped happily against her bed.
