TREVOR SLAMMED THE door of his office shut, thrusting all ten fingers through his hair. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he some kind of sadist who enjoyed seeing Lil hurt? Lord knew that was the only thing he’d been doing for the past month. And just now he had practically rubbed Raquel right in her sweet little face.
He cursed under his breath for a good three minutes, hoping to find some logic in all of this, some inner alleviation as the foul words slipped and slid past his lips. When that brought him no relief, he slumped into his chair and stared at the framed poster on the wall that Lil had gotten him. It was an outdoor scene of a mountain stream with tall spruce flanking both sides. A graceful doe sipped from the crystalline water and an eagle flew, suspended in the azure sky
