Trevor poured the champagne and offered her a flute. Joanna took it as she whispered her thank you. Trevor picked up his glass from the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa next to her.
“Let me guess. You have a large birthmark in a very, very private part on your body,” he joked.
She chuckled uncomfortably. Normally she would have actually laughed, but this was way too serious.
“Hmm,” he mused in a more thoughtful tone. “This is serious. You’ve lost your sense of humor.”
“It’s best that I start . . . from the beginning. Before I do, please know that I attend the New York School of Design. The girls you saw tonight really are my friends and classmates. And I really do care for you – more than you know.”
“Are you about to tell me you’re married?” Trevor asked seriously.
“No.”
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