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"Zoe, I--Oh God!" he said, clutching his chest and stu anxiously around herself as she held a large brown ainst her chest

With a shaky hand he pointed at the offending ite into his house "What the hell is that?"

She looked down and frowned "My muffin?"

"How could you?" he deust

"What the hell are you freaking out about?" she deain

"That shirt!" he said, pointing wildly towards the Red Sox shirt that she dared to wear in his presence "What the hell were you thinking?"

She sent hiht he was crazy He inwardly snorted at that He wasn’t the one sporting a fking Red Sox shirt

"I was thinking that it was cute and co deal

Oh, god, he was going to be sick He stumbled forward and snatched the muffin out of her hand

"Hey!"

"I need sustenance to deal with this, woe bite of her muffin It took a split second before the taste hit and when it did he ran past her and headed for the small wicker basket trash can she had by her couch and spit the entire bite out, but that wasn’t enough The horrible taste was still in his mouth

"It wasn’t that bad, was it?" she asked, worrying her botto look as he rushed past her into the kitchen He threw open her refrigerator and nearly ith relief when he spotted the nearly full gallon of orange juice He grabbed the jug, tore the cap off and tossed it into the sink behind hi that it would take that god awful taste out of his ," she said, sounding exasperated, but the nervous look on her face told another tale

He narrowed a glare on her as he finished off half her orange juice Gasping, he pulled the gallon away froed when he tasted a hint of that scary , he held up a hand to stop her and chugged the rest of the orange juice

"What the hell did you just try poisoning

"Hey," she snapped, placing her hands on her generous hips "No one told you to steal my muffin!"

"I needed nourishave me! How could you wear a Red Sox shirt in front of e plate of dark brown muffins on the counter "And what the hell kind of muffins are those?"

"Apple," she ain

"Apple?" he repeated in disbelief His eyes shot back to the things that had no business being called muffins and shook his head in disbelief He’d never seen a brown, almost black apple muffin before and he was a man who knew his muffins

She threw up her hands and let theood cook Okay? Are you happy now?"

He looked between the plate of muffins he swore just moved and her tee shirt that needed to be incinerated and shook his head "I’m truly at a loss for words here," he muttered

Zoe blew a strand of hair out of her face as she continued to glare at hi onbesides to remind me that I can’t cook?"

Trevor blinked "That’s not enough?"

She growled and he couldn’t help but smile