All Stars Fall (Seaside Pictures #3.5)(15)

“Nice subject change.”

“Uh-huh.” I grinned. “You want a coffee?”

“Decaf.” She winked. “But Linc will have a triple shot Irish cream latte with extra foam.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You know his drink well.”

“Married.” She laughed. “But I know how he likes everything. Remember I was his assistant for the summer? Best summer of his life.”

Linc wrapped an arm around her and then nuzzled her neck. “Hell, yeah it was.”

I tried not to sigh.

I failed.

They both gave me a funny look while I clutched the coffee cup to my bosom like I wished it was a baby.

“Coffee.” I cleared my throat. “Coming right up.”

By the time Linc and Dani left, I was able to clean up a bit and Jennifer was back to take over the afternoon shift.

My feet hurt from standing all day, so I put on another pair of Nikes and this time made sure that when I showed up at Trevor’s house I didn’t look homeless or like I was going to start digging through his trash for a snack. I was wearing a pair of black leggings and a cute red hoodie, and my hair was at least washed and pulled back into a sleek ponytail. I figured that as much as I wanted to show up in a gorgeous little black number that showed off my legs, that wouldn’t be exactly the best way to nanny, especially after a day with those kids.

They were active, to say the least.

I was just getting ready to knock, giving myself a much needed extra few seconds to suck in oxygen so I didn’t hold my breath in front of him or just gawk for longer than was socially acceptable, when the door jerked open. Trevor stood there, shirtless.

Again.

“Um…” I tilted my head and pointed. “Is this going to be a thing? You forgetting that you have muscles and I have eyes?”

His lips twitched. “In my defense, I was just victimized by three small children and finger paint.”

“Let me guess, they thought you were a canvas?”

“Bingo!” He laughed and held the door open wider. “I shouldn’t have confused them by wearing white.”

“Tsk tsk, you amateur.”

Trevor threw his head back and laughed. God, even his neck muscles were sexy. Must look anywhere but at the neck muscles and how they bulged above perfectly sculpted trap muscles.

The house looked pretty tidy, no laundry since I’d folded it the day before. Trevor’s six pack flexed as he moved around the kitchen island then grabbed a black, vintage-looking shirt from the nearby chair and pulled it over his head. It had holes in it, but I think it was on purpose and if not, at least it was clean.

For being a rock star he was pretty low key about what he wore.

“All right.” Trevor kissed Bella on the forehead, followed by Malcom and then Eric, who held up his fist for a bump. “Kids, be good for Penny, okay?”

Did he just drop the nickname again?

I told my heart to stop making such loud beats against my chest as he finally walked by me with a smile.

Calm down. It’s not like you get a goodbye kiss too, stupid heart.

He stopped right in front of me. A foot away. My smile felt too wide, too forced. This was what I got for staying up late the night before and YouTubing footage from his most recent tour.

Footage of sweat running down his chest while he tossed his drumsticks into the crowd, footage of him crooning into the microphone as women screamed all around him, holding up posters, flowers, bras.

Trevor put his hands lightly on my shoulders. “You okay today?”

“Huh? Me? Yup. I’m great.” I rocked back on my heels. “Sorry, it was just a busy day. Dani’s back in town, and she stopped by…” Why was I even telling him this? It wasn’t like he’d asked about my day.

I shut up when he grinned at me like I was being cute.

Right, so cute that I work at a coffee shop and smell like beans.

“I’m great,” I repeated.

“Did you need a ride?” he asked.

“Ride?” What was he talking about? “To?”

His grin was so sexy I wanted to either kiss him or just take a picture and stare at it later under my covers. I needed to get a grip or I was going to lose touch with reality, wasn’t I?

And reality was, at this moment, Trevor.

My job was not to stare at him and daydream, it was to do a job, to take care of his kids, to make sure that the hole their mother left in their hearts hurt less when I was around.

“The barbecue.” He checked his watch and then looked back up to me. “We’re headed over there too. In fact, I think—”

The doorbell rang.

He ran over and opened the door.

My jaw dropped.

I needed someone to physically move my chin back up, because while my brain was firing and telling me that it was time to close my mouth—it still refused to do it.

“Uncle Drew!” Bella went running.

I nearly died of shock when Drew knelt down, picked up Bella into his arms, and swung her around. Tattoos took up every inch of space down both arms, his ears were pierced, and I’m pretty sure he had a stud in his nose. He was beautiful, massive, and in the living room just, breathing in the same air.

Trevor laughed. “She’s missed you.”

“Everyone misses me.” Drew barked out a laugh. “All right, Bells, I gotta go record some music with your dad, but I’ll see you later at the barbecue, okay?”