As much as he’d love to go pay that asshole another visit, he had bigger issues to deal with, like the stubborn woman currently sleeping in his bed. If he couldn’t fix this and get her to talk to him soon, he was afraid that he would lose her for good. He wouldn’t be able to handle that.
Which, of course, was the reason why he’d decided to take matters into his own hands.
First, he’d shut off her hot water, hoping that she’d come to him to fix it since she was a little bath addict. Had she? Nope. There’d been no knock on his door or yelling his name through the wall. So, he’d been forced to up his game.
He kidnapped the dogs.
When she came down for her mid-morning nap, he snuck into her apartment, lured the dogs out with a pair of his boxers and as soon as his boys latched on, he dragged the growling puppies as they did their damndest to rip his underwear apart. For four hours, he’d waited for her to come looking for the boys and just when he was sure that he had her where he wanted her, the damn dogs demanded a walk, wrecking all his plans. After their ten-minute walk through the slush, he wasn’t too surprised to find Zoe waiting in the hallway for the boys. That failure caused him to go a little further.
He’d kidnapped her.
Okay, so kidnapping might be a bit of an exaggeration, but he’d made damn sure that she wasn’t going anywhere until she talked to him. Not only had he stolen the spark plugs out of her car, but he’d also placed her car on cement blocks and stole her tires just in case she had an extra set of spark plugs lying around the house somewhere. When that plan had obviously failed, he’d snuck into her apartment and shut her heat off.
Now that had definitely worked because not even an hour later, she came knocking on his door, wrapped up in a blanket and shivering. Of course, being the good landlord that he was, he went and had a look, and wouldn’t you know it? The heater was broken. He came back and explained it to her as he generously offered his own bedroom.
After a slight hesitation, Zoe accepted his generous offer with a small smile and he patted himself on the back for another fine job. That is, until she shut the bedroom door in his face and proceeded to take a long hot bath without him. Thanks to his fucked-up plan, he’d been forced to sleep on the couch with the two traitors.
“Why can’t I catch a break?” he grumbled.
“Trevor?” Zoe suddenly said, sounding unsure. “Are you awake?”
“Yeah, are you okay? Is it the baby?” he asked, getting to his feet to make sure that she was okay.
“No, everything’s fine. I was wondering if we could talk,” she said hesitantly.
“Of course, we can,” Trevor said, sitting down and gesturing for her to join him as he prepared himself for a long night of arguing and pleading. He’d do anything to make her see just how important she was to him.
Anything.
So, when she sat down by straddling his lap, he was admittedly a little surprised, pleased, but surprised. He gently gripped her hips while she adjusted herself on his lap.
“Is everything okay?” he asked quietly.
Her shrug wasn’t exactly helpful.
Sighing, he leaned back and waited patiently while she drew shapes over his bare chest and stomach. After a few minutes, she looked up as she chewed on her bottom lip.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I can’t cook,” she blurted out.
Fighting back a smile, Trevor said, “I, um, sort of figured that out, baby. If it really upsets you, I’m sure we can find a cooking class that you can enroll in.”
“I guess,” she said, going back to tracing shapes on his skin.
“Is something else bothering you?”
“I also don’t like sports,” she admitted with a tiny shrug.
“Then, we won’t sign you up for football,” Trevor teased, earning a cute little glare.
“I’m also not pretty and I-ow! What the hell was that for?” she demanded, and he was tempted to slap her ass again.
“You’re beautiful, Zoe, and you damn well know it,” Trevor bit out.
“I’m plain, Trevor,” she simply said.
“No, you’re mine and that’s all that matters,” Trevor said, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. “And if anyone says anything different, I’ll beat the shit out of them.”
