Book 3: Chapter 19

After the hundredth time, Trev’s eyes were glued to my chest with that heated look in his eyes, I knew that my hopes for discretion went out the window. Unfortunately, this final time we were on our way over to the barbeque I let him talk me into going.

“For God’s sake, Trev,” I spat out angrily as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he apologized even though he didn’t sound very sorry.

“Yeah, right. How am I supposed to ‘relax and have a good time’ if I’m worried every person there will be staring at my chest?” I groaned.

“It’s not really that visible,” he tried to reassure me.

“Then why do you keep staring?”

He gave me a mischievous smile and a wink but never actually answered the question.

The barbecue was a blast once I began to relax. It was loud, crazy, and chaotic. Far different from my normal, quiet, orderly world. There were so many people that just popped up and introduced themselves to us that I began to lose