Noelle
I was so happy and relieved that Trevor was found. Not only because I was worried for my little friend, but because his father was so clearly distraught. It occurred to me that I wasn’t just physically attracted to the big knucklehead. I really cared about him.
Which sucked, because Robert clearly didn’t reciprocate my feelings.
He had found himself a nanny and he pretty much told me to shove off. I’m not needed anymore.
“Keep a stiff upper lip, Noelle,” I told myself as I went back to my desk. That’s what my father always used to tell me if I started to get worked up about something in his presence.
God forbid if I emoted on him.
Well, I wasn’t about to show Robert my soft underbelly either. I didn’t need his attention or his affection, nor was I coveting his kid. I was fine
