She met with Andy to make arrangements for him to send her the film he’d taken. They were going to meet up again in Dallas this weekend for the game.
She drove back to the house and worked more on her notes so she could send them in to her production team. She was in the dining room, working on her laptop, when Trevor came home.
“Hey,” he said, laying his bag down in the kitchen.
“Hey yourself.”
“Are you working?”
“Yes. Finishing up some notes and uploading some photos I took of you and the team today. Would you like to see them?”
“Yeah.” He leaned over her while she showed him the photos. This was actually the first time he’d reviewed her work.
“These are good. You’re a great photographer, Haven.”
She tilted her head back to smile at him. “Thanks.”
“Could you send me a couple of the pics you don’t use?”
“Sure. Are you going to frame them and hang them on your wall?”
He laughed. “No. But I’ll send them to the person who handles my PR and she can use them.”
“I see.”
The doorbell rang, and Trevor went to the door. He came back with a man who looked to be in his midthirties, dressed in a dark suit. He was quite good-looking in a GQ kind of way, with short sandy blond hair, deep blue eyes, and black Clark Kent glasses.
“Haven, this is my lawyer, Bradley Rayburn.”
She got up from the table and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Bradley.”
“Call me Brad. Nice to meet you, too, Haven. You must be the person interviewing Trevor for the network feature story.”
“I am.”
“How’s that going?”
“It’s going very well. As you know, Trevor is quite the subject.” She cast a smile Trevor’s way.
Brad grinned. “Yeah, he is.”
Brad put his briefcase on the table, opened it, and pulled out a file folder. He opened it and took out what looked like contracts. “These are ready to sign.”
Trevor sat at the table and took the pen Brad handed him. “Where the flags are?”
“Yeah.” Brad turned to Haven. “So how long have you been in sports broadcasting?”
Haven had her attention on Trevor, but pulled it away briefly to give a quick glance to Brad. “Oh, not long.”
Trevor signed the contracts, then handed the papers back to Brad. “Here you go.”
“Great. I’ll have these countersigned and an executed copy should be ready for you within a week.”
“Okay.”
Brad closed his briefcase, then turned to Haven. “It was great meeting you, Haven.”
“You, too, Brad.”
Trevor walked him to the door, then came back. Haven leaned against the table and crossed her arms.
“What?” he asked.
“You didn’t even read whatever it was he asked you to sign.”
Trevor waited a few beats before answering her. “Oh. I’d already gone over those contracts in Brad’s office. I knew what they were.”
“Still. Don’t you think you should have read them over to make sure no changes were made?”
“Nah. I trust Brad. We’ve been together since I started my career. If there’d been changes, he would have told me.”
“I know it’s not my business, Trevor, but really, that’s not a good idea. You should always read anything before you sign it.”
He came over and swept his hand down her arm, then clasped his fingers with hers. “Thanks for looking out for me, Haven, but really, the contract was fine. And so is Brad.”
She shrugged. “If you say so.” She untangled her hand from his and picked up her phone. “I need to go change for dinner.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She went upstairs and took a shower, did her hair and makeup and put on a pair of capris and a tank, then chose a sheer long-sleeved button-down blouse to put over it. She slipped into her shoes and went downstairs.
Trevor was already there, wearing cargo pants and a short-sleeved shirt that hugged his well-muscled chest.
She sighed in appreciation. “You look good.”
He smiled and came over to her, picked up her hand, and kissed the back of it. “And you look gorgeous.”
He tugged her close and kissed her, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her against him, making her wish they were staying in tonight instead of going out. Just the feeling of his body pressed tight to hers, and the taste of his lips and tongue as he moved his mouth expertly over hers, ignited a fire inside her that demanded to be extinguished.