This place was not at all like the grand old mansion – type house he owned in St. Louis, either.
This was a baby blue frame house with white shutters. An older home, it looked a little run-down, but wow, the views of the water were spectacular. And she'd only seen the front.
Trevor had given her a set of keys at practice and told her to let herself in and make herself at home.
Actually, she'd planned to stay at a hotel, but hell, she'd missed him, and he said there was a guest house if she really wanted to stay in that, but there were also two guest bedrooms on a separate floor from the master as well.
What she really wanted was to stay in his room.
In his bed.
She'd figure all that out later. She stuck her key in the door and opened it.
Uh, wow. The inside was totally different from the outside.
Like . . . night-and-day different. There were dark wood floors all through the house, and as she made her way through the foyer, she stopped to take in the open-concept floor space, which opened up the entire downstairs, from the kitchen all the way through the spacious dining room and into the huge family room. There were floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the deck and the water. She went to the doors and saw a pool and a boat dock.
"Amazing," she said to herself, then turned and went into the kitchen, which she was certain was larger than her old apartment back in Dallas. Stainless-steel appliances filled the space, along with beautiful maple cabinetry, and, as she ran her fingertips over the gorgeous granite countertops, she wondered if she could just hang out in the kitchen the entire time she was here. It was a cook's paradise, and she'd love to cook on that amazing stove.
She continued the tour into the next room, which was a workroom, complete with a built-in wall desk that ran along all four walls.
She went outside, grabbed a suitcase, and rolled it up to the second floor.
Uh, wow. Each bedroom was huge, but she took the one with the view of the water. She didn't want to make presumptions. Maybe Trevor didn't want her in his bedroom, and she wasn't about to make that decision without his input.
Besides, this room was awesome.
She stepped outside the room and saw stairs leading to a third level, so she wandered up. The door was shut and she assumed it was Trevor's room. She felt weird about invading his privacy without him being there, so she went back to the other level.
Not that she had any complaints, since the bedroom she'd chosen was plenty big enough for her, and also had a walk-out deck overlooking the water, and an oversized bathroom. She'd definitely enjoy that room.
She dragged her other suitcase upstairs and unpacked. Since she had no idea what time Trevor would be back, she decided she might as well make herself at home. She changed into her swimsuit, put on her cover-up and slid into her sandals, then grabbed her notebook and went downstairs to browse the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and her eyes widened. Not only was it completely stocked, it was . . . ridiculously organized. Drinks were lined up side by side on the top shelf, juices on one side, milk, beer and soda on the other. Then condiments were loaded in the door, by color or something. Lunchmeats were in color-coded containers. It looked like an OCD paradise in the refrigerator. But it was well stocked with food of all types, plenty to drink, and a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables. After familiarizing herself with what was in all the cabinets, she made herself a glass of iced tea, then headed outside onto the deck.
It was hot, but there was a breeze coming in from the water. She pulled up one of the chairs and spread out the towel she'd found in the cabinet on the deck. Obviously, Trevor thought of everything. Or he had someone else think of everything. She'd put sunblock on before she'd put on her bikini, so she slid on her sunglasses and started making some notes.
It wasn't long before the beautiful day distracted her. She laid her notebook down and stared out over the pool, the heat outside making her sweat. But as her gaze drifted, she caught sight of the boat, her mind awash in memories of her and her mom and dad taking the boat out in the summer. Her dad would drive the boat while she and her mom water-skied or rode on the tube. Sometimes, they'd go fishing.
She felt a small pang in her chest, but this time, the memories were sweet ones instead of painful.
She exhaled in relief. Maybe things were getting better.
The sun heated her skin, so she set the notebook on the table and took off her sunglasses, then dove into the pool. The water was cool, refreshing, and she swam a few laps before pulling up on the steps.
This place was idyllic. She saw several boats going by. The location of this house was ideal. Trevor had really done well for himself. She was happy for him.
She got out of the pool and sat, letting the sun dry her. She was going to reach for her notes again, but she yawned, put her sunglasses on, and tilted the chair down, flipping onto her stomach. She'd gotten up before the sun came up this morning to take an early flight, and she was exhausted. Maybe she'd take a short nap.
She closed her eyes, the sound of the water and the boats going by lulling her to sleep.
TREVOR PARKED IN THE GARAGE AND GRABBED HIS team workout bag out of the backseat, then headed inside, tossing his bag on the nearby table by the door. He saw a purse on the counter.
Haven was here. Good.
"Haven?" He went straight for the fridge to grab an energy drink. It was hot at the team facility today, and he was drained. He unscrewed the cap and took a long swallow as he made his way into the office.
She wasn't there, so he went upstairs.
She'd arrived, because he saw her things in the bedroom.
The guest bedroom. Huh. He wondered why.
He'd have to fix that.
He went downstairs.
"Haven?"
Still, no answer. He went to the back door and looked out, smiling as he saw her lying facedown on one of the lounges.
Obviously making herself at home, just the way he wanted her to feel.
He dashed upstairs, changed into his swim trunks, and came back down, quietly opening the French doors leading to the deck.
It was obvious Haven was asleep. Her arm hung over the edge of the chaise longue, and she was facing him, but she didn't move when he stepped outside.
And damn, she looked good with all that skin available to look at, her red-and-white dotted bikini barely covering her gorgeous body. She was well tanned, and she had a fine ass and long legs. She'd undone the top, so her smooth back was exposed.
He'd missed her. It had only been a couple of days, but dammit, he'd missed seeing her, missed touching her, kissing her, and feeling her body against his when he went to sleep at night.
He didn't like being separated from her.
And he didn't like what that meant. He enjoyed being single. And he had a secret he needed to keep, which meant he couldn't become attached to a woman. Because getting involved meant trusting someone with that secret.
He had never let anyone in-at least not a woman he cared about. Only a couple of people outside the family knew, and they were business associates. They were paid very well to keep his confidence. He didn't think a woman he was in a relationship with would ever understand the closely guarded secret he'd held for so many years.
Maybe Haven would, but he wasn't ready to take that chance yet.
But Haven had shared her grief with him. She'd allowed him to see her vulnerable and in pain. Maybe . . .
No. Besides, what she'd shared had been different. He didn't even want to think about all the ramifications of sharing his secret.
Taking a deep breath, he ran and jumped into the pool, deliberately making a loud splash before diving deep and skimming the bottom. When he surfaced, Haven was sitting at the edge of the pool, smiling at him.
"Now there's an entrance. Sorry, I fell asleep."
He pulled himself up on his elbows, resting against the side of the pool next to her. "Long day?"
"I got up early. How was your day?"
"Good. Tough practice, and it was hot out there. I'm used to it, though."
She tilted her head to look at him. "I'm sure you are, being a superstar and all."
He grinned. "Yeah, that's me."
"Nice place, by the way."
"Did you give yourself the tour?"
"I did. It's a very impressive house. I was surprised by the outside. It didn't look like you at all."
He arched a brow. "Yeah? What did you expect?"
"I don't know. Something . . . mansionlike. Like your other place."
He gave her a look and she laughed. "Seriously, I'm surprised you have two houses. I thought maybe you'd have a condo here."
"I just wanted a place by the water. This house was a dump when I bought it. I had it redone on the inside. It's still a work in progress."
"It's beautiful. And I can tell it suits you."
He couldn't help but enjoy the compliment, especially from her. "Is your room okay?"
"My room is fantastic. The deck is amazing, and the bathroom is incredible. So is your kitchen. I hate my apartment in New York. The kitchen is awful in there. It's a tight squeeze, with a midget refrigerator and no counter space, which always makes me sad because I love to cook. I get so tired of eating take-out food."