dressed in jeans and an Oregon State T-shirt. He gave her a grin and walked over to stand beside her.
“Bye, Murray,” he said.
The other man opened his mouth, but only sputtered something under his breath, then turned on his heel and left.
“Don’t worry about him,” Bob said. “He’s an A-hole.”
Addison laughed. “You’re right. He is. I appreciate you getting rid of him for me. He can be kind of intimidating.”
Bob opened a cabinet and took out two coffee mugs. “Don’t worry about him. Trevor is the guy you need to impress and I think you’ve already done that.”
Addison grimaced. “I’m not so sure about that. Not after last night and that disastrous episode with Cindi Adams.”
“Don’t sweat it. None of us thinks much of her anyway, including Trevor, so the fact that you got rid of her makes you tops on everyone’s list around here.”
“Even Trevor’s?”
Bob glanced at her as he poured coffee into the mugs. “Even his. Of course, he won’t admit it because he has this horrible tendency to think only the best of everyone. Which is why he probably has no idea you intentionally spilled your drink on that plastic bimbo.”
She lifted a brow. “You really think so?”
Bob handed her one of the mugs. “I know so.”
Addison let out a sigh. “That’s a relief. I wouldn’t want to give him any reason to fire me.”
“Trust me, that’s not going to happen.” Bob took out the container of creamer from the fridge and set it on the counter, then did the same with the sugar bowl. “You may not realize it, but Trevor is really taken with you.”
“Really?” She frowned. “I wouldn’t have thought that.” Especially not after all the spankings he’d given her, she added silently.
Bob stirred sugar into his coffee. “That’s because you don’t know him as well as I do yet. Take it from me. He likes you.”
Addison considered that as she slid onto one of the stools at the granite island. “You two seem like really good friends. How long have you known each other?”
“Since grade school. We rode the same bus, had the same classes, and got into a lot of the same trouble.” Bob grinned and leaned back against the counter beside the fridge. “Then in high school, we played on the same football team. I was the blocking tight end and he was the star wide receiver. We both made it to Oregon State on scholarships. Trevor could have been a star, but he paid a lot more attention to school than I did. He actually learned something in college whereas I just played ball. But I tell you, when he was in the game, I mean really in the game, nobody could slow him down. He helped get the Beavers to the Fiesta Bowl our senior year. We completely trounced Notre Dame.”
Addison laughed. She remembered reading a magazine interview where Trevor had mentioned something about playing football in college.
“I love football. My college team wasn’t good enough to go to any bowl games, but we won a few. And the mascot was so cute. He was this goofy looking hound dog and every time the team scored a touchdown, he ran up and down the sidelines in front of the stands waving this huge dog bone while the band played Who Let The Dogs Out. It was hilarious.”
Bob didn’t laugh, but instead studied her over the rim of his mug with an amused look. “If you’re going to fib about who you are, you’re going to have to start being a little more careful with the details than that.”
Her heart stopped. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“You said your college mascot was a hound dog. The mascot for Brown University is a bear.”
“Brown...?”
“Yeah. Brown University. Like it says on your resume. You know, the ivy league school you supposedly went to?”
Addison felt her face go red and quickly lifted her mug to take a sip of coffee. “Brown. You’re right, it is a bear. I can’t believe I forgot. I must have been thinking about the games I went to at one of the neighboring colleges.”
Dammit,
“Bye, Murray,” he said.
The other man opened his mouth, but only sputtered something under his breath, then turned on his heel and left.
“Don’t worry about him,” Bob said. “He’s an A-hole.”
Addison laughed. “You’re right. He is. I appreciate you getting rid of him for me. He can be kind of intimidating.”
Bob opened a cabinet and took out two coffee mugs. “Don’t worry about him. Trevor is the guy you need to impress and I think you’ve already done that.”
Addison grimaced. “I’m not so sure about that. Not after last night and that disastrous episode with Cindi Adams.”
“Don’t sweat it. None of us thinks much of her anyway, including Trevor, so the fact that you got rid of her makes you tops on everyone’s list around here.”
“Even Trevor’s?”
Bob glanced at her as he poured coffee into the mugs. “Even his. Of course, he won’t admit it because he has this horrible tendency to think only the best of everyone. Which is why he probably has no idea you intentionally spilled your drink on that plastic bimbo.”
She lifted a brow. “You really think so?”
Bob handed her one of the mugs. “I know so.”
Addison let out a sigh. “That’s a relief. I wouldn’t want to give him any reason to fire me.”
“Trust me, that’s not going to happen.” Bob took out the container of creamer from the fridge and set it on the counter, then did the same with the sugar bowl. “You may not realize it, but Trevor is really taken with you.”
“Really?” She frowned. “I wouldn’t have thought that.” Especially not after all the spankings he’d given her, she added silently.
Bob stirred sugar into his coffee. “That’s because you don’t know him as well as I do yet. Take it from me. He likes you.”
Addison considered that as she slid onto one of the stools at the granite island. “You two seem like really good friends. How long have you known each other?”
“Since grade school. We rode the same bus, had the same classes, and got into a lot of the same trouble.” Bob grinned and leaned back against the counter beside the fridge. “Then in high school, we played on the same football team. I was the blocking tight end and he was the star wide receiver. We both made it to Oregon State on scholarships. Trevor could have been a star, but he paid a lot more attention to school than I did. He actually learned something in college whereas I just played ball. But I tell you, when he was in the game, I mean really in the game, nobody could slow him down. He helped get the Beavers to the Fiesta Bowl our senior year. We completely trounced Notre Dame.”
Addison laughed. She remembered reading a magazine interview where Trevor had mentioned something about playing football in college.
“I love football. My college team wasn’t good enough to go to any bowl games, but we won a few. And the mascot was so cute. He was this goofy looking hound dog and every time the team scored a touchdown, he ran up and down the sidelines in front of the stands waving this huge dog bone while the band played Who Let The Dogs Out. It was hilarious.”
Bob didn’t laugh, but instead studied her over the rim of his mug with an amused look. “If you’re going to fib about who you are, you’re going to have to start being a little more careful with the details than that.”
Her heart stopped. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“You said your college mascot was a hound dog. The mascot for Brown University is a bear.”
“Brown...?”
“Yeah. Brown University. Like it says on your resume. You know, the ivy league school you supposedly went to?”
Addison felt her face go red and quickly lifted her mug to take a sip of coffee. “Brown. You’re right, it is a bear. I can’t believe I forgot. I must have been thinking about the games I went to at one of the neighboring colleges.”
Dammit,
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