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GGB.”
    She chuckled. “GGB? Good Girl Baker?”
    Trevor grinned down at her. “Yeah. You take the strength of BGB and the maturity of GGB and then maybe you’ve got a decent human being who feels the way a woman almost turning thirty should.”
    “As ridiculous as that sounds, I think you might actually be on to something.” She smiled up at him, then his eyes rested on that sexy mouth.
    Shit. He really needed to be careful about where exactly he looked when it came to Callie. Eager to change the subject, or at least the subject in his head, he blurted out the reason for his visit. “I need your help with Shelby.”
     
    Trevor certainly knew how to pull the rug out from under her. Callie had forgotten that. Before he’d moved away how many times had she sat there thinking something was about to happen only to have him hammer her with something completely different?
    Six months was going to feel like forever, but he just sat there trying to figure out her reaction, so Callie had to focus on this new topic. “You’re joking, right?”
    “You know what she’s going through.”
    Callie stood, needing to get some space. Needing to get his arm off her shoulders. “Trevor, I don’t remember my mom. And Dad died when I was eight. It’s different.”
    “Maybe, but Callie…” He sat there looking so dejected and miserable she almost went back to sit next to him. “She just starts crying. We’ll be talking and out of nowhere. Bam. And she wants to go back to school tomorrow. How am I supposed to know what to do with all this? I need help. I need you.”
    She turned to focus on the plane, sympathy making her uncomfortable and unsure. She didn’t want to be drawn into this. Not only would getting through to Shelby be nearly impossible, but even if she succeeded it meant rehashing her own loss.
    “I know Shelby isn’t your biggest fan.”
    “She hates my guts. Let’s not dance around that.”
    “No. It’s not hate .”
    Callie snorted. She was pretty familiar with people hating her, and Shelby was definitely on that long list.
    “I was never a teenage girl without parents. You were. I need your help. I can’t do this alone.” He looked around the shop. “I know you’re swamped here, and I hate to put another thing on your shoulders but…”
    There weren’t a whole lot of times in her life when she’d had the opportunity to help Trevor. Probably none where he’d ever come out and said he needed her. Mr. FBI Agent wasn’t big on needing what he couldn’t provide himself. Then there was the fact she still hadn’t asked him about her own favor. If she agreed to this maybe him helping out at AIF would be more of a fair trade. Not that she didn’t owe him already for a million past transgressions.
    “Okay, fine, I’ll help, but I don’t know what you think I’ll be able to do. Grief is a personal thing. You have to get over it on your own. Opening up to people might help, not that I’d know, but I doubt Shelby will open up to me.”
    “Hang out with us. She’ll warm up to you and then maybe, I don’t know. I’m playing this by ear, which you know I suck at.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Come over for dinner tomorrow night. We’ll sit around and talk. I’m not hoping for miracles, just some advice on what to do. I don’t know. I need help. You’re the best person for the job.”
    What a joke. The only job she was best for was the one she’d been doing before Em and then Trevor had interrupted her. “Fine.”
    He stood, crossed over and gave her a quick, friendly hug. “Thanks, Cal. You’re the best.”
    She didn’t feel like the best. All that hope she’d gotten thinking maybe Trevor was right, maybe she could still be part of her old self, dissolved into feeling like a fake and a failure.
    “Well, as long as you’re feeling all warm and fuzzy, I’ve got a favor to ask you myself.”
    He was smiling, and it was a genuine one. Handsome and accommodating and, ugh, fucking perfect. So