His brows lifted and he started stirring again. “Wait a sec. You told me Kite wasn’t going to put in a good word for you.”
“He didn’t. I hijacked one of the cages the other night and got an interview. They hired me.” It was a little more than that, but I wasn’t sure whether to tell Trevor about the other half of the job. It was probably better I didn’t, at least until I talked to Killian about the rules. But Mars had to know the truth; that was non-negotiable.
“No shit.” He laughed. “Didn’t know you had it in you, sweet cakes.”
The percolator hissed and bubbled and then the sweet aroma of coffee drifted into the air. There was nothing better than the scent of fresh coffee in the morning.
Except maybe Killian. God, why did I even think that? Because you had him locked to your lips last night.
“So, the guy isn’t a boyfriend. But you’re in the hallway yelling at him in your pajamas, and he’s running for his life out of the building.” He dropped sliced pieces of banana into the mixture. “Fuck me. You had a one-night stand.”
“He’s security for the band Tear Asunder.”
He snorted. “You’re screwing the security guy with the band?”
“God, no. I didn’t sleep with him.”
“Dating then, which leads to sex, hopefully.”
I sighed. “I’m not dating him either, and I’m not going to be sleeping with anyone. He was dropping off keys. He kind of had my car. Well, the guy, Greg, at the club had my car, and the guy who was here drove me home last night in the band’s limo. Greg was supposed to drop off my car, but he took it to the wrecking yard instead.” Trevor wasn’t pouring the batter into the frying pan that sizzled with butter. Instead his eyes were on me with rapt interest in my story. “This morning security guy Luke brought me my keys. But they weren’t my keys. They were new keys. To a new car.”
“He gave you a new car?”
“No. Well, yes, but not Luke. Killian.”
“Killian?”
Right. Most people only knew Killian as Kite. “Kite. The drummer in Tear Asunder.”
“Fuck, sweet cakes.” He shook his head. “When you go for a guy, you go big.”
I scowled. “I’m not going for any guy.” I took two mugs out of the cupboard and poured the coffee.
Trevor was quiet and he rarely had nothing to say, so I looked up, and he was smirking annoyingly.
I set the coffee pot back. “What?”
“Let me lay it out for you. The drummer from the rock band buys you a new car because yours is crap.” Opening my mouth to refute, he lowered his voice. “And it was crap. It needed to be set on fire years ago.” He flipped a pancake. “The guy has money, sure, but I doubt he buys new cars for random people. So, what’s the deal?”
Trevor may be a douche, but he was smart as hell and supposedly had two degrees. Computer science and engineering. He also read people well, so I was going to have a hard time convincing him that my dating Killian was real, especially since he knew about the situation with David and I’d told him I didn’t plan on dating again for a long time.
“We’re dating. Well, plan to. We talked about it. Going on a date. Probably for coffee or something.”
He gestured to my new cell sitting on the couch. “And the phone is from him, too?”
I nodded. “It’s a Compass rule. For safety.”
He flipped the pancakes again then placed them on the plates.
“I like him already.”
“You do?”
“Well, yeah. You shouldn’t be driving around in that car, and no chick should be without a cell phone. He just handed you those things. So, yeah, I like him.”
I put the mugs on the table and sat, my mind reeling.
Killian hadn’t given me any money, but he hadn’t needed to because he did it in a way so I couldn’t take a check and rip it up. I had to have a cell, club rule, and he dumped my car so I needed another one.
The job I’d fought for. He hadn’t wanted to give me that, but he did and more.
Shit.
We sat and ate banana pancakes, and Trevor let the subject of Killian go. We chatted about movies or rather debated as I liked old classics and he was into anything sci-fi.
After we finished the pancakes, my cell vibrated on the couch.
I ignored it because it was likely Killian calling back and I didn’t want to talk to him in front of Trevor.
Trevor had other ideas as he dove for the couch and snatched it up and pressed Accept.
“Trevor. No.”
He turned his back to me as he said, “Yeah?”
Scrambling from my chair, I grabbed his arm, but he merely walked away with me hanging off him like a puppy. “Trevor,” I growled beneath my breath.
“Yeah. She’s here. Who’s this?” Pause. “Yeah, I saw the name on the screen, but I’m asking anyway.” Another pause, longer this time. “Live across the hall.”
Oh, my God. I darted around Trevor and gave him my most doleful eyes while mouthing “please.”
“Nope, not her fuck buddy either. Savvy never brings guys home. I hear you asked her out.”
Oh, God. I slapped my hand on my forehead and slumped my shoulders.
“Don’t hurt her.” There was another pause before he said, “Yeah, she’s here.”
He passed me the phone, and I mouthed “asshole” to which Trevor winked then strolled back to the table to clear the plates.
Putting the phone to my ear, I plopped down on the couch. “Trevor is my neighbor.”
“He said,” Killian replied. “I assume the one who made you the fake ID?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Luke said you didn’t like the car.”
“He’s right.”
“It’s not a new car, Savvy. It’s been sitting in my garage. It needs to be used and you need a car. When you buy a car, I’ll take it back.”
“But I had a car.”
He sighed. “Can we not argue this anymore? Christ, your car didn’t even have airbags.”
Of course it didn’t. Airbags weren’t around when my car was built. “Do you give cars to all the girls you date?”