He dipped his head, then gave her a very sexy smile. “In college it was different. I wasn’t much for learning back then. The only thing I was interested in was the ball—either football or baseball. I wanted to be out on the field playing. Academics got in my way. And you represented academics.”
“I see.” Not exactly the same way she’d seen it back then. “So you saw me as a way to help you pass your classes so you could stay in school.”
“Something like that. Why? Was I mean to you?”
“No. Not at all. You just did everything in your power to avoid studying.”
He laughed. “Yeah. That really wasn’t my thing.”
“So I noticed. Unfortunately, charm could only take you so far, Trevor. At some point you had to get a passing grade.”
“And you helped with that. So thanks again.”
“You’re welcome. Though I don’t know that I really helped, since you managed to elude most of our study sessions, or rarely paid attention to what I was trying to say.”
“Hey, I passed, so it sank in. Trust me, you helped.”
The earnest way he looked at her, the easy smile on his face, and, oh, God, she could get so lost in the sea green of his eyes, how dark and long his lashes were, and his mouth—
“So . . . where do we start?”
Haven blinked, and realized she’d been staring at him. He’d done this to her in college, too, making her lose her focus.
Damn the man anyway. And now he was smiling at her, as if he knew exactly the kind of effect he had on her.
“Let’s start with your childhood.” At his wary look, she said, “We’ll walk gently through here, and if anything makes you uncomfortable, we’ll stop.”
She turned on her recorder. Trevor looked down at it. “No.”
She switched it off. “No?”
“Not for this part.”
She didn’t know why, but she wouldn’t ask, at least not yet. “Okay. I’ll just make notes on my laptop. Anything you’re uncomfortable with, we’ll discuss.”
“Fine.”
She might be new at this, but she was still a journalist. Her job was to dig and dig deep, even into uncomfortable territory, to make the subject at ease enough with her that he’d divulge secrets he might not otherwise want to delve into.
She’d do it with Trevor if she had to, but she hoped he’d feel comfortable enough with her that he wouldn’t even notice the probing questions.
“What was the first organized sport you remember playing, and how old were you?”
“That’s easy. Soccer. I was five. Though I don’t know if you could call it organized.”
She laughed. “Yes, I remember. I played, too. My parents referred to it as bunch ball, because we gathered around the ball in a bunch and chased after it.”
“Yeah, T-ball was a little better. I played that, too. Then Pee Wee league football.”
She’d started typing in notes. “You liked sports a lot as a kid.”
“I was a hellion with excess energy. My mom had to keep me busy, so I played sports year round.”
“Is that what you wanted to do?”
“I loved playing. And my mom was right. I didn’t like to sit and be quiet. I wasn’t much for quiet time, watching a movie or reading a book. I wanted to be outside running around and doing things.”
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“I have a brother. He’s younger than me.” When she didn’t say anything, he added, “His name is Zane. He’s still in college.”
“So quite a bit younger than you.”
“Yeah. He’s my half brother, actually. My parents divorced when I was seven years old. My mom remarried and had Zane.”
She hadn’t known his parents divorced. So much she didn’t know. She was making copious notes.
“Are you and Zane close?”
Trevor grinned. “Yeah. He’s great. So smart. He’s premed, so he’s going to be a doctor. He graduates next spring and then he’ll start medical school. My mom and stepdad are so proud of him. Hell, we all are.”
“I’m sure she is. Just like she’s very proud of you.”
“Oh, yeah, sure she is. But you know, sports isn’t medicine. I’m not gonna save someone’s life catching a football or hitting a home run.”
“I don’t think it’s very fair to compare yourself to your brother’s career choice, though. You’re doing what you love, following where your talents lie. So is your brother.”
He shrugged. “True enough. Next question.”
And he glossed over the fact that it obviously bothered him that his brother had chosen an important career path and he for some reason felt his wasn’t.