“I’m glad you had fun. It’s been a while since I’ve visited, so it was like a refresher course. Zane and I have come here before, too. He geeks out over it more than I do.”

She laughed. “I can imagine. I’m just happy you enjoyed it as much as I did. I felt like a kid again.”

He gave her a look, then smiled one of those toe-curling, devastating smiles. “Good. Now, are you hungry?”

“Starving.” They’d had a hot dog lunch at the zoo, but she was ready for something more substantial now.

“I know an awesome seafood restaurant.”

They got in his car and he drove them just a few miles down the road. When he pulled up out front, the valet opened her door.

“Trevor,” the young guy said. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hey, Chad.” Trevor gave him the keys and led Haven inside, where, once again, everyone seemed to know him well. They were seated right away at a table near the back of the restaurant. Very dark, very private.

“Thanks, Shelly,” Trevor said.

“No problem.” She laid their menus down. “Lauren just came on duty and she’ll be with you shortly.”

“Do you know everyone who works here?” she asked him.

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He turned to her and shot her a grin. “Pretty much. I come here a lot. I told you, they have great seafood. Oh, and amazing pasta, too.”

A petite young woman with short blond hair made her way over to their table. “Hi, Trevor. Great to see you.” She turned to Haven. “Hi, I’m Lauren, and I’ll be your server tonight.”

“Hi, Lauren. I’m Haven.”

“Nice to meet you. What can I get you all to drink?”

“I’ll have iced tea,” Trevor said.

“Same for me.”

“Great. I’ll bring those right out.”

She also told them the specials of the evening before she hurried away to get them their drinks.

Haven opened the menu, but Trevor put his to the side.

“I suppose you have the menu memorized.”

He laughed. “Pretty much.”

She scanned the menu. There were several items that piqued her interested. “Any recommendations?”

“The salmon is good. So is the lobster risotto. And you can never mess up by going with the scallops.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

When Lauren came back with their tea, Haven ordered the salmon, and Trevor ordered scallops.

“We need oysters, too,” Trevor said.

“Of course you do. I’ve already ordered them,” Lauren said with a grin.

“Thanks.”

“They do know you well here, don’t they?” Haven asked after Lauren left.

“They fly the oysters in fresh from the Pacific Northwest. Trust me, you’re going to love them.”

“I trust you. Mind if I ask you some questions while we’re waiting?”

He took a sip of his tea. “No. Go ahead.”

She fished her notebook out of her bag. “What happens when one team or the other says you have to choose?”

“That hasn’t happened yet.”

“What if it does?”

“I’ll deal with it if and when that day comes. But there’s no point in thinking or worrying about something that hasn’t happened yet, or something that may not happen. I’m in good shape and so far I’ve been able to help both teams during the times I’ve played with them. It’s working.”

“Is it? Don’t you feel a pull to one sport or another?”

“No.”

“You don’t have a favorite.”

“No.”

She made notes as he spoke, but she set her notebook on the table and looked at him. “But surely these teams suffer having a part-time player.”

“Have they? Tampa made the playoffs last year. St. Louis won their division. I don’t call that suffering.”

“But what could those teams do—what kind of player could you be—if you chose just one sport to play? I mean, come on, Trevor. Considering how good you are playing part time for both, if you chose just one you could potentially be a superstar at that one sport. Surely that has to have crossed your mind at some point in your career.”

She had to wait for his answer, because Lauren brought their oysters right then.

But she could tell from the smile on his face that he hadn’t taken her question seriously.

She wondered if Trevor took anything seriously. Including his career. He was so . . . laid back, so easygoing, seemingly enjoying everything about his life and his jobs.




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