With a small sigh, Zoe pulled her shirt and panties off and tossed them in the hamper before she stepped into the shower. “We’re just talking, Trevor. Nothing more and I’m only going along with this because I need a shower and I don’t want to wait an hour for the water to heat up again.”
“Whatever you say,” he murmured in agreement as he stepped in behind her.
She stepped beneath the shower spray, already cringing at the prospect of her stitches stinging. When they didn’t, sting that is, she felt herself relax and allowed herself to enjoy the hot water. She felt the tension leave her body and almost sagged with relief. The only thing better than this would have been a bath, but she wanted to feel clean more than she wanted to relax.
“Step back,” Trevor murmured as he gently gripped her shoulders and pulled her back until she was leaning against his chest and halfway out of the water. “Close your eyes.”
She was about to argue but decided to save her energy. They had a lot to discuss and probably argue about and she wasn’t about to start over something so petty. Besides, the man had some very talented fingers and she’d always loved the way he took care of her.
When he started massaging shampoo in her hair, she’d barely managed to bite back a moan of pleasure, but she wasn’t able to stop herself from sagging back against him. Without a word, he put his arm around her to support her while he continued to massage shampoo into her hair. When she felt the hand on her stomach gently caress where their babies slept, she nearly cried at the sweet gesture.
Five minutes later, she felt refreshed and more than ready to face what needed to be done. She just wished she knew where to start.
“We probably should talk,” Zoe said, hoping he’d start them off so that she had some idea of what he was thinking. Other than apparently being happy about the baby, that is. Then again, he didn’t know that they were having twins and she should probably tell him at some point, but for right now, she needed to have some idea of where he stood.
“Okay,” Trevor said, reaching past her to shut the quickly cooling water off. “What do you want to talk about?”
She should have known that it wasn’t going to be easy, Zoe realized as she stepped out of the tub and wrapped a large fluffy towel around herself. As much as she would have loved to put this conversation off and go drown her sorrows in a pint of ice cream, and yeah, she could do that and not feel guilty about it now, she needed to get things settled between them so that there were no misunderstandings. She also wanted to be able to say that they were friends since the thought of not being able to tolerate each other for the next eighteen years wasn’t exactly helping her stomach.
“Okay,” Zoe said, deciding that this conversation was probably best held in the bedroom where she could put some space between them. She walked into his room and did her best to stay away from the bed while she wrapped her arms tightly around herself for comfort, “This is probably where I should tell you that I’ll be moving out.”
“What else?” Trevor asked, barely looking at her as he dried off and pulled on a pair of boxers and jeans.
“This arrangement is over,” she said, a little hurt that he hadn’t at least argued about her leaving. Not that it would have made a difference, but it would have been nice to know that he at least liked having her around.
“I know. I came to the same conclusion the other day,” he said with an indifferent shrug.
“Oh,” she said, feeling like an idiot. Of course, it was no big deal for him. This had never been more than an arrangement for him. Now it was over and true to his word, he was walking away without a care. Granted, neither one of them had predicted that they’d be ending this with a pregnancy, but it was over, nonetheless.
It was fine. More than fine. She’d known coming into this thing that there wouldn’t be a future. She could handle that. It was more than fine with her, Zoe thought as she contemplated storming over to him and kicking him in the shin for breaking her heart.
“Then I guess there’s not much else to discuss right now,” Zoe said, deciding she’d tell him about the twins later. Right now, she wanted to go feel sorry for herself in the privacy of her own home.
“I’ll just be going then,” she said, gesturing towards the door.
“Okay.”
“Well, thanks,” she said lamely, “for taking care of me and everything.”
“Not a problem,” Trevor said, giving her his back as he pulled his shirt on.
“Okay then, bye,” Zoe mumbled, heading for the door and wondering just how long it would take for her broken heart to heal and surprising herself by not regretting a single moment with him.
Of course, the little bonfire she had planned for his Yankees shirt would probably make her feel better.
Chapter 29
“You son of bitch!” Zoe yelled.
“That didn’t take her long,” Trevor noted, heading downstairs at a snail’s pace as he did his best to bite back a huge shit-eating grin.
“What the hell is this?” Zoe demanded as she stormed back into his apartment, waving a piece of white paper in the air.
“Your eviction notice, what else?” Trevor asked in a bored tone as he headed for the kitchen.
“You can’t evict me!”
“Looks like I just did,” he said, gesturing to the paper.
