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Trevor glanced at his watch “Living on the edge? It’s not evenplanner’s bedtiht it’s not,” Heather said, scooching down on the couch and resting her bare feet on Josh’s coffee table When had she ditched her shoes? And as she so dang coht Saturdays were your big days”

“Usually they are But I have to to work to meant that she didn’t have as s, which meant she was off the hook for tomorrow She’d offered to help, but they’d both refused And nor to make herself as indispensable as possible, but the truth was, Heather had wanted the day off

She needed a day to think, although about what she wasn’t entirely sure Anda day off To think about what you needed to think about

Oh boy

Heather glanced down at her half-drunk beer and set it on the table Probably had had enough of those

“What’s it like being a wedding planner?” Trevor asked, his hand shifting slightly as he toyed with a piece of her hair This time, Heather was positive Josh’s eyes tracked theCertainly not jealousy

“Assistant wedding planner,” she corrected, out of habit “For now”

Her eyes locked with Josh’s even as she sat hip-to-hip with Trevor “What do you mean, for now?” Josh asked

“I’ for her beer again, althoughto do with her hands than because she wanted to drink it

“Hey, that’s great!” Trevor said, tugging at a curl again

Again, Josh’s eyes tracked thethis time, before they came back to hers

“How do you feel about that?” Josh asked

She let out a surprised laugh “How do I feel about a promotion? How do most people feel about a pro a sip of beer “I asked about you”

She narrowed her eyes “You’re being weird tonight What’s up?”

“Yeah,” Trevor echoed “You are being a little weird,is that there’s ht, like this,” Heather said, gesturing around his apartment in irritation to where the three of the with too lued to a shoot-’eame for the past hour “This is a much better use of one’s life”

“Hey, at least we’re not pissed off and cranky all the time,” he shot back

“If I’m pissed off and cranky, it’s because I have anext door to irls, and having hisoff the couch and sto toward the kitchen to dump the rest of her beer and be on her way

“No way, sweetheart, you don’t get to backpedal,” Josh said, following her into the kitchen “You knocked on my door, remember? I’d already told the band we needed to keep it down; you’re the one who proudly waved around your day off like it’s souys,” Trevor said, following thenored Trevor, hurling her beer bottle into the recycling bin, even though she really wanted to throw it at Josh’s head “Well, excuseof working out and fucking”

“Maybe if you did a little fucking, you wouldn’t be so bitchy all the tiry

Heather’s e, but she closed it as she realized there was far better retaliation than a saucy coht” She gave him a slow, sultry smile, saw his expression flicker in confusion as she stepped toward him