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her profit margin, so she’d told me to hang tight until she got a firm grip on the finances. Lexi’d really had a lot dumped on her at once and had taken it like a champ. There’s a huge learning curve with operating a business, but she stayed positive, and to be honest, Charlie chose the right person. Lexi had been working there for years and knew what it took to keep things running. So I’d been putting aside all my money and living off the necessities. Things like junk food, movies, and books were temporarily cut out of my budget.
    “April Showers,” a bristly voice said.
    Loud enough that I heard him over my music. I popped out one of my earbuds, knowing who it was before I looked up at his handsome face.
    “You really need to stop calling me that,” I said, quirking my mouth.
    “When I’m near you, I feel nothing but showers of love, babe.” Trevor offered a staggering smile and lifted me off the ground, embracing me in a tight hug. “Missed you.”
    “I missed you so much, Trevor. When did you get back in town?” I grunted as he squeezed so tight my lungs constricted.
    “Last night. Should have known I’d find you perusing the makeup aisles or at the bookstore. Any good romances I should know about?”
    I chuckled when he set me down. “Didn’t you get my last e-mail?”
    Trevor’s razor-cut brown hair had an edgy style with dark highlights. He liked combing his hair in different directions across his forehead. Trevor was the most fashion-forward guy I’d ever met—always in designer jeans and a button-up shirt. Today he sported a pair of black leather oxfords with his dark denims. A girl standing near the makeup counter ogled him; little did she know my best friend would be more interested in her boyfriend who was busy sniffing a bottle of body lotion. Trevor looked like an incognito celebrity with his sweet face and sexy lips. He had a commanding presence—like he was somebody important but didn’t want people to know.
    He was mysterious, and that’s what I loved about him.
    It’s how we met. While riding down an escalator in the mall, I’d watched him going up in the opposite direction and had one of my mantastic episodes. I’d turned around to gawk at him, hadn’t noticed the landing coming up, and had fallen flat on my back.
    Little had I known that Trevor was a romance novel hero sprung to life. He’d performed a one-armed vault to the other side of the escalators and run down to make sure I was okay. I still remember the smirk on his face when he cradled my head and asked if I’d fallen head over heels for him.
    He had walked me to a nearby bookstore and bought me a latte. After a long conversation, we found out we had a lot in common, including our love for reading. I’d always been a huge fan of romance novels, whether contemporary, paranormal, or something risqué. Trevor offered me a unique chance to hear a man’s perspective on books, and I got him reading a bunch he’d never heard of. In return, he turned me on to indie music.
    Trevor loved playing the acoustic guitar and had an appreciation for undiscovered talent. He wasn’t in a band; singing and playing guitar was just something he did when we were lounging around with nothing to do. It was only later that I found out Trevor was gay—I hadn’t had a clue until he brought up his boyfriend in conversation. I didn’t make a big deal about it and neither did he.
    “I’ve got news,” he announced, taking my hand in his. “Do you need something in here or can I take you out for brunch?”
    “You don’t have to buy me anything. I had a banana for breakfast.”
    “I’m paying.”
    “I’m not hungry. Maybe we can…” I glanced around, trying to come up with an alternative.
    He gripped my chin and looked down at me. “What’s wrong? Do you need some money?”
    “Rose is getting married.”
    “No fucking way.” He tugged my arm and hauled me toward the door. “That’s it. We’re talking.”
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