“What?” she asked, looking around anxiously as she clutched a large brown muffin against her chest.
With a shaky hand, he pointed at the offending item that she dared bring into his house. “What the hell is that?”
She looked down and frowned. “My muffin?”
“How could you?” Trevor demanded hoarsely as he shook his head in disgust.
“What the hell are you freaking out about?” Zoe demanded, looking around again, trying to figure out what was wrong.
“That shirt!” Trevor said, pointing wildly towards the Red Sox shirt that she dared to wear in his presence. “What the hell were you thinking?”
She sent him a look that clearly stated that she thought he was crazy. He inwardly snorted at that. He wasn’t the one sporting a fucking Red Sox shirt!
“I was thinking that it was cute and comfortable,” Zoe said, shrugging as though it were no big deal.
It was a big fucking deal!
Oh, God, he was going to be sick. He stumbled forward and snatched the muffin out of her hand.
“Hey!”
“I need sustenance to deal with this, woman!” Trevor snapped before taking a huge bite out of her muffin. It took a split second before the taste hit and when it did, he ran past her and headed for the small wicker trashcan by her couch and spit the entire bite out, but that wasn’t enough. The horrible taste was still in his mouth.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” she asked, worrying her bottom lip.
Trevor threw her a disbelieving look as he rushed past her into the kitchen. He yanked open her refrigerator and nearly wept with relief when he spotted the full gallon of orange juice. He grabbed the jug, tore the cap off and tossed it into the sink behind him as he started chugging the orange juice, hoping that it would take that god-awful taste out of his mouth.
“Okay, now you’re just exaggerating,” Zoe said, sounding annoyed, but the nervous look on her face told another tale.
He narrowed a glare on her as he finished off half the orange juice. Gasping, he pulled the gallon away from his mouth and cringed when he tasted a hint of that terrifying muffin. When she opened her mouth to say something, Trevor held up a hand to stop her and finished off the rest of the orange juice.
“What the hell did you just try to poison me with?” he demanded, still panting.
“Hey,” Zoe snapped, placing her hands on her generous hips. “No one told you to steal my muffin!”
“I needed nourishment after the scare that you gave me! How could you wear a Red Sox shirt in front of me?” Trevor demanded, jumping back when he spotted the large plate of dark brown muffins on the counter. “And what the hell kind of muffins are those?”
“Apple,” Zoe mumbled, worrying her bottom lip again.
“Apple?” Trevor repeated in disbelief. His eyes shot back to the things that had no business being called muffins and shook his head in disbelief. He’d never seen a brown, almost black, apple muffin before and he was a man who knew his muffins.
She threw up her hands in exasperation and let them drop by her sides. “I’m not a good cook. Okay? Are you happy now?”
He looked between the plate of muffins he swore just moved and her tee-shirt that needed to be incinerated and shook his head. “I’m truly at a loss for words here,” he muttered.
Zoe blew a strand of hair out of her face as she continued glaring at him. “Is there a reason why you came knocking on my door at six-thirty in the morning besides to remind me that I can’t cook?”
Trevor blinked. “That’s not enough?”
She growled and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Actually, I came back to tell you that you should move your car and to find out why you left your window down last night,” Trevor said, moving to fold his arms over his chest when something caught his eye.
His stomach growled viciously as he reached over and snatched an iced honeybun off her counter and ripped it open.
“Please help yourself,” Zoe said dryly.
“Thanks,” Trevor said, taking a huge bite of the delicious treat. As he ate the snack, he did his best to appear innocent as his free hand slowly made its way back to the pile of individually wrapped baked treats that she’d foolishly left on the counter for anyone to steal.
