Oh Trevor is a bada** just like Asher, "you're telling me Liz is in there stripping?" I ask through clenched teeth, think of her in there. On stage. Half-naked. With men looking at her. Now I'm seeing red." He's a jealous type, "who the eff have you been with since we were together?" he asks. I can see his face turning red." He's cocky, "we're going to do a lot more than kiss, baby," he says smirking." He really doesn't like the though of other men with his woman, "stop effing saying that you've had sex," he growls, his hands sliding down his face. "Jesus, I don't want to effing talk or hear about that s***." Leave it to Liz to state the obvious in some situations, "I have no idea. You're the one who has the pen**, and the one who likes to boss everyone around all the time; I'm sure you can figure it out." I really did love Trevor and Liz. I can't wait for the next book in the series.
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