She was lonely, which was her doing. It was for the best, right?
She knew she'd never go back to sleep the rest of the night.
TREVOR SAT IN HIS ROOM, STARING OUT THE WINDOW. Part of him wanted to go back over to Haven's wing, knock on her door, and make her talk to him about that nightmare.
She'd been upset. More upset than just a run-of-the-mill bad dream. It had to be something deeper, but hell, she'd asked him to leave. What the hell was he supposed to do? Force her to let him stay? He had to go, had to give her the space she'd asked for.
Though he didn't think being alone and upset like that was what she'd really wanted.
He dragged his fingers through his hair and paced his room, wide awake now and knowing he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, clicking through until he found the sports channel. He settled back on the bed and tried to concentrate on the rehash of yesterday's baseball games, but he couldn't concentrate.
His thoughts kept coming back to Haven, on how she'd been crying out in her sleep, how he'd had to wake her and how she'd thrown herself against him, sobbing.
His gut tightened as he remembered how it felt to feel her body wrapped against his while she cried. He'd wanted to offer her comfort, but instead, all she'd wanted was to be left alone.
That wasn't right. No one should be alone when they were hurting like that.
He shouldn't have left her.
Dammit. He didn't know what to do about her-for her.
But he was determined to figure her out.
SEVENTEEN
HAVEN DOVE INTO WORK THE NEXT DAY, DETERMINED to focus on her job and the arriving camera crew and forget all about the bad dream she'd had the night before, as well as the fact that she'd had sex with Trevor.
If she could concentrate on work and nothing but that, she'd be fine.
She staved off the exhaustion from lack of sleep by drinking several cups of coffee and eating the awesome breakfast Hammond had provided. She'd also avoided Trevor by asking the crew to pick her up at the house early that morning so they could go over the battle plan for the interviews and camera shots at the ballpark for the game tonight against Los Angeles. She'd left Trevor a text message telling him she'd meet him at the ballpark later that day.
They were nearing the end of the regular season. The Rivers were doing okay, but still three games out of first place, and the teams in the other division were breathing down their necks trying to get the wild card spot. It wasn't going to be easy for them to make the playoffs. In fact, unless they won every one of their last seven games, it was going to be damned near impossible.
She was going to make that the thrust of her on-camera interview today with Trevor, so they'd have a sound bite to send in for tonight's sportscast as part of a teaser for her upcoming feature, one of the things she'd discussed with her producer. Even though her assignment wasn't going to be completed for a while, her producer wanted to lay the groundwork, to get the audience invested in advance.
No pressure or anything, right?
She went through her notes and she and the crew went over camera angles and where they planned to set up prior to the game. Trevor agreed to meet with her early, before warm-ups, at the field. They'd made arrangements with team management, as well as with a few of the players, so they'd be able to conduct on-camera interviews today.
Her plate was full-exactly what she needed. No time to think about anything personal, which suited her just fine.
Because professionally, things were going smoothly. It was the personal side she'd royally screwed up by sleeping with Trevor last night.
That wouldn't happen again.
When Trevor arrived, he came up to her, his expression filled with concern.
Which was the last thing she needed.
"How are you?" he asked, smoothing his hand up and down her arm.
It was just that kind of gentle care she didn't need. She took a step back, giving him a bright, very professional, not at all personal kind of smile. "I'm doing great today. How are you?"
She could tell he knew something was off, but at least he seemed good-natured about it. "Good. Did you manage any sleep last night?"
Aware of the camera crew lurking nearby, she gave a short nod. "Slept like the dead. I realize you're going to need to get to warm-ups and I have several of your teammates to interview as well today, so let's get your mic on so we can get this interview rolling."
He gave her a sideways look, but then he nodded. "You're the boss."
Grateful he didn't press her any further about last night, she put his mic on, then sat next to him and started the interview. She started with innocuous questions about the current season, including what he thought the Rivers' chances were to make the postseason. Trevor, as always, was filled with confidence about the team's chances and said they'd play as hard as they always had, but it was always a game-by-game situation.
Typical player response, but he gave a great interview and she was grateful for that.
Then she got into some of the background questions she'd asked during the preliminary interviews, about his childhood and the sports he'd played, mainly a reiteration of what they'd already gone over, but this time, on camera. It went well, and it went quickly, so they finished on time.
"Thanks," she said when they were done. "That's all we'll do today. We'll get some shots of you playing tonight's game, and we'll use that as promo for the piece."
"So what are you on to next?" he asked, handing over the mic equipment to one of the crew members.
"I've arranged to interview a few of your teammates. And your coach has agreed to give me a few minutes."
Trevor arched a brow. "You're getting camera time with Manny? How'd you manage that?"
"I asked. I'm very nice, you know."
"Yeah, I know." He started toward her again, but she took a step back.
"We really should get going. There isn't much time and I have a lot to do."
He seemed disappointed. "Good luck with your interviews."
"Thanks. Good luck with the game tonight."
She was being cool and remote and she knew it, but she had to maintain a level of professionalism around the crew. And to protect herself.
She was being ridiculous. But she couldn't help herself. This was who she had to be, how she had to act. She was making the right decision.
Right?
The other interviews went well. She talked with Gavin and Garrett, and they gave great commentary about the team, and Trevor's place in it. They weren't bitter about him only playing part time and both stated he was a valuable asset to the team. They understood when he had to drop out to handle football duties, and they were used to it. The team accommodated him because he was good at what he did, and he didn't act like he was any better than the rest of them.
Actually, none of the guys she interviewed professed any jealousy or bitterness toward Trevor. They teased him on camera about being a hotshot, but, as Gavin said, if you had the skills to back it up, then you should do what makes you happy.
They were good interviews. Maybe her producers wanted some professional jealousy on some of the players' parts, or someone calling out Trevor for being a dick, but clearly that wasn't going to happen. At least not with any of the players she'd talked to so far.
And then she got to his coach. Manny Magee was known to be grouchy, and he hated giving interviews. She was actually surprised he'd agreed to this one, so when he sat down with her, she knew she'd have a limited amount of on-camera time with him.
"Tell me about Trevor Shay."
Manny shrugged. "Good player. Shows up on time, does his job."
"How do you feel about him playing two sports?"
"I hate it."
She knew she'd get blunt honesty from Manny. "So you'd like to have him full time."
"Of course I would. But I'm not gonna get him to play for the Rivers full time. So I'll take what I can get."
"He's that good?"
"He's that good. With someone as talented as Trevor Shay, what coach wouldn't? I'm just glad he's playing for our team and not someone else's, you know what I mean?"
Haven didn't comment, but yes, she did know. They talked about tonight's game and the Rivers' chances to make the playoffs, which they'd use for tonight's clip. Haven thanked Manny for his time, and they finished up.
The camera crew took some shots of the players warming up, including a few close-ups of Trevor fielding the ball and throwing it back. And when he took some swings in the batting cage, Haven stood there with the crew and watched. She couldn't help but be impressed. He was tall, athletic, a strong presence as he knocked the ball with power. And as his muscles flexed, she remembered him moving over her last night, the pure mastery he had over her body.
It was cool outside today, but her body heated as she recalled every moment they'd spent together, the way he had taken her with his mouth, his hands, and his cock.