Running From Love by Maggie Marr

Author:Maggie Marr [Marr, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC027020 FICTION / Romance / Contemporary; FIC044000 FICTION / Contemporary Women
ISBN: 9781620511671
Google: 1HiArgEACAAJ
Goodreads: 25502205
Publisher: NLA DLP
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“This is your mom and dad?” Poppy pointed to a picture on a table behind the couch.

Trevor turned away from the stove. He held a spatula in his left hand. “That’s them. The little guy beside them is me.”

“Trevor! You’ve always been adorable.”

“Ha! I’m guessing Mom might not agree. I think there was a period of about five years she refused to take me to the grocery store because of all the fits I threw.”

Poppy walked back to the kitchen table and sipped her mug of coffee. The ocean view wasn’t just a part of this house, it defined it. The entire west wall was glass from floor to ceiling. She stood between the kitchen and the deck with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Looks like some weather today.” Trevor flipped the eggs onto two plates.

Not the usual bright-blue So Cal day. Instead gray clouds hung low over the Pacific, turning the water an angry dark grayish-blue. Steep, white-peaked waves churned against the shoreline.

“Inside or out?”

“I vote in,” Poppy said. “Too windy.”

“Agreed.” Trevor set down the plates and pulled the sliders shut. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

“Good to see you have an appetite.”

He brushed his lips against the top of her head and a flush of heat lit up her neck. Yes, she did like to eat, especially after a night of good sex. A fact he already knew from their six months together. He sat across from her and topped off each of their cups of coffee.

“So,” he said before taking a large bite of his eggs, “this silence feels awkward, doesn’t it?”

“I have a brother Brian and he’s coming to L.A. tomorrow.”

“From Malaysia?”

Poppy looked up from her plate and her eyebrow lifted.

“There was a lot of information that came back when I was searching for your address.”

Her hands grew clammy. Trevor knew more than she’d told him. Her throat tightened. “How much information?”

Trevor’s eyes flicked from his coffee cup to Poppy’s face. “Probably more than you’d like. But Poppy, I think you’d feel best if I knew nothing at all about you.” He flashed her a wicked smile. “Other than that you have a scar just above your beautiful ass.”

“Stop!” She returned his smile. “Okay, fine. You’re right, I do feel vulnerable when people know details about my life. I just need to digest that you know everything about me? Right? I mean, you know about Mimi and the girls and Brian and I suppose about my father. I’m guessing you even know about Therese.”

“I did get the facts about your life, but that isn’t really a life, is it? The facts just tell the scenario, but to know the story? You have to hear it from the person who lived it.” Trevor leaned closer to her. “The nuances tell you the truth about a person. I’ve got most of that language down for you, Poppy. I know your tones and your eye movements, I’ve just never seen any of that applied to the facts of your life.”

Her breath shortened. Naked. She suddenly felt absolutely naked and afraid sitting at Trevor’s kitchen table.

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