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attached to the cow. She quickly covered her initial reaction by shoving a piece of bacon in her mouth.
     
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    Roxy pushed her plate away before she sat back and gulped down the rest of her coffee. When she finally looked away from Trevor, she caught Jason’s sour expression as he nodded to the door where she saw Jordan stumbling toward her table.
    Her stomach dropped out. More often than not, he skipped out on their writing sessions because he couldn’t be bothered to wake up before noon. Now she was with a man she was actually interested in, and Jordan was hunting her down before eight in the morning.
    She scrunched down in her seat, hoping he wouldn ’t notice her. Too late, Jordan made a beeline for her.
    Jason moved to the table in a valiant attempt to block Jordan.
    Trevor pushed a couple twenties into his hand and said, “Keep the rest. I think we’ll be going.” Trevor smiled pleasantly, but his posture was full of tension as he watched Jordan intently.
    Jordan stepped up to the end of the table and glared down at her. “What do we have here? Meeting up with this talentless loser? Were you with him all night?”
    Rox y took a deep breath and managed to brush off his accusation as she pushed past him and made her way to the door.
    He didn’t let her go so easily. Catching her wrist, Jordan spun her around.
    “Hey, ” Jordan glowered, “you can’t ignore me, Rox. You’re supposed to meet me at twelve for a writing session.”
    Her laugh was bitter as she jerked her arm away. “You’re one to talk.” She turned back toward the door and walked away from Jordan before she gave in to the urge to slap him.
    She reached for the knob as Jordan’s hands closed over her shoulders. She stopped, shaking her head.
    Jordan snarled. “You’re actually going to ditch me? Just bail on me? What happened to all of your lectures about showing up when I’m supposed to?”
    Roxy refused to look back. Her tone was heated but controlled . “Yeah, well you never do. Do you? And after what you said last night, I don’t have the patience to deal with your bullshit.”
    His hand slithered across her stomach before he tried to pull her into his body. She threw his hand off her and stepped away. “Sober up, Jordan. I can still smell the vodka. And remember, I’m not yours. I haven’t been in a very long time.”
    Jordan stepped closer. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
    She glared over her shoulder. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not going to be there at noon, or any other time. I can’t deal with you today.”
    She slipped out the door. It took all she had not to bolt, but Trevor caught up . His big fingers gently threaded through hers.
    Man, he really didn ’t know what he was getting into. She wondered how long before he would have enough of the drama in her life. Hell, she was nearly at her breaking point.

     
    Chapter 4
     
     
    Trevor could sense her warring emotions. He wished he could take it all away. “Want to talk about it?” he asked softly.
    “No. He’s the past, distant fucking past, but he doesn’t get it.” She stared straight ahead as she wiped the back of her free hand across her face. “Maybe we should do this another time.”
    “Are you planning to go to the session?” He seriously hoped not, but he wouldn’t argue.
    She stopped in her tracks and glared up at him with fire in her eyes. “No. I’m done with Jordan and his bullshit. I just don’t want to drag you into all the drama. It never seems to end.”
    He moved closer, and gently caressed her face. “If you’re still up for it, I do want to go to Pick… I mean Pike Place Market.” He gave her his best innocent smile.
    “Yeah,” she whispered, but her eyes were full of hope. Her voice was a little stronger. “ That sounds a hell of a lot better than me trying to write through my frustration.”
    Trevor wore a shy smile as he brushed his knuckles down her face, and neck. His hand turned so his fingertips