Page 21 of Training His Pet

“Ten years, yeah. He’s never been outside Chicago, and he grew up pretty sheltered.”

“So, you handle the security of the club, and he does the money stuff?” she supplied for him, seeming to have worked it out in her mind.

“Yeah.”

“You think he’s starting to do business with the Persuccios?” She chewed on her bacon, staring at him across the table with those same wide eyes.

“Are you interviewing me?” he asked. After what she’d seen the night before, she was still pursuing her story?

“Just curious.” She lifted her left shoulder in an obvious attempt at evading the direct response.

“Dax. There you are.” Trevor appeared at their table and he smacked Dax on the back.

Perfect timing.

“Hey.” Dax got up and shook hands, then pointed at Erika. “This is Erika.”

Trevor smiled down at her, offering his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he said and shook her hand.

“Same here. Thanks for getting us the cabin. I appreciate it.” She smiled warmly.

“Not a problem. I’ve been trying to get Dax up here for a while.” Trevor turned his attention back to Dax. “The cabin okay?”

“Yeah. It was late when we got in, I need to get us registered.”

“For what? Don’t worry about that.” Trevor waved a hand. He glanced back down at Erika then toward the door. “Come outside for a sec.”

Dax pointed at Erika. “Stay here, don’t go wandering off.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Dax took a long pull of air before walking with Trevor outside.

“Guess she’s not aware of your eye-rolling rule or how much you hate the termwhatever?” Trevor laughed once Dax joined him outside the café.

“She’s not that kinda girl. I mean—she’s not mine.”

“Right.” Trevor cleared his throat. “Just a girl you need to hide away for a little while. That you just met, what?” Trevor checked his empty wrist for the time. “Five minutes ago?”

“Don’t start with me.” Dax pointed a finger.

“I won’t, so long as you admit that you’re attracted to her.” Trevor grinned.

“She’s good looking, yes.” Dax nodded. He could admit to that much. He’d noticed her sensual curves and enjoyed the way her jeans hugged them when she walked.

“No, you’re attracted to her. You feel something.”

“I haven’t even known her for a full twenty-four hours,” Dax grumbled.

“Yeah. That doesn’t mean shit, and you know it.” Trevor poked a finger at Dax. “It’s just good to see you get that stir again, you know, it’s been a while. And this time of year—”

Dax sighed. “It’s been five years, Trevor. I’m good on that score.”

“Then this girl—she could—”

“She just needed help.”

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