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There's always tomorrow," someone else said wistfully. Trevor didn't care enough to look up from packing his lunch back up to add to the conversation. It was a moot point since he really didn't think Zoe would ever have to raise her hand. With her quick tongue she'd never have to. She'd put any guy that fucked with her in his place and probably smile while she did it.

"Maybe she'll sit on him," Hank mused.

"Or eat him," Craig said, chuckling.

Now that had his attention. He looked up in time to see several of the guys butting fists and grinning like idiots over the pretty stupid comments.

"Real nice, guys," Trevor drawled, grabbing his empty water bottle.

"Uh oh, I think we just insulted Trevor's woman," Hank said, laughing.

"Knock it off, asshole. You know it's not like that," Trevor ground out. For the past couple of weeks the guys had been busting his balls with this bullshit. It had gotten old real fucking fast.

"Come on, man. It's okay. We all understand that fat chicks need love too," Craig said in mock sympathy, earning more chuckles and murmurs of agreement from the rest of the guys.

"Uh huh," Trevor said, grabbing his shit and walking away. Their bullshit annoyed him, but not enough to really care.

"Hey, Trevor, hold up!" Hank said, forcing Trevor to bite back a few choice words as he reluctantly stopped.

"What?" he snapped, not really caring that he was an asshole since he knew what was coming.

Hank stopped a few feet away from him, looking a little anxious. "I was just wondering if you were going to join the guys tomorrow night for a beer," he grumbled, but they both knew that wasn't the real reason he wanted to know.

He wanted Trevor to hang out with him so that he'd have a chance at a higher class of women. If he found out the jerk used his name one more time to pick up a woman he was going to throttle the bastard.

"I'm not sure yet," he said even though he'd already planned on going. He just didn't want to get this asshole's hopes up and have him hounding him all night and day about it.

"You should come out," Hank said, running a hand over his over-gelled hair to smooth it down as he gave the girl working the coffee truck, who couldn't be more than seventeen years old, a leering look.

With a snort of disgust he walked off, amazed that someone hadn't beaten the shit out of the bastard yet.

"Think about it!" Hank called after him. "It will do you a world of good to be around some women that don't outweigh you!" he said, laughing and making Trevor force himself to keep moving before he did something that would land his ass in jail.

**********

"Zoe?"

"Yeah?" she said, pulling her attention away from the computer. Not that she'd been working. Nope. She'd been too busy trying not to die of embarrassment to get much of anything done.

Although it was already the first week of October it was still hot, but not hot enough to run the air conditioner so she'd foolishly opened all of the windows to let in cool air and unfortunately heard more than she wanted to.

"Zoe?" Jared said, drawing her attention. She looked up at her boss, hoping against hope that he hadn't heard.

"Yes?" she asked, hoping he wasn't going to try and comfort her. She hated pity more than anything.

"Are you going to eat that?" he asked, looking down at her salad with diced up chicken and licking his lips as if he were staring at fillet mignon.

Relieved that he hadn't heard, Zoe sighed as she looked down at her salad. She was pretty hungry, but maybe she shouldn't overdo it, she thought even as her stomach protested.

"No. Do you want it?" she asked. She'd barely finished asking when Jared reached out and snatched up her bowl. Well, at least she cut out two hundred and fifty calories off her diet, she thought with an inward sigh.

"Thanks," he said, already picking at her salad and snacking on a cucumber slice as he made his way over to the refrigerator. "I need you to run an errand," he said, grabbing a bottle of creamy French dressing from the fridge and smothering the salad in it.

She licked her lips hungrily as she imagined how good that would taste. For the past two and a half months she'd forgone any type of condiment on her food, telling herself that she didn't any extra calories. After what she'd just heard she had to agree.

"Sure. What do you need?" she asked, grabbing her purse, glad to have a distraction from what she'd heard.

"Could you run some contracts down to the animal shelter? They need us to build some new kennels and fix one of the buildings," he said around a huge bite of salad.

"No problem," she said, getting to her feet.

"After that you can take the rest of the day off," Jared said, surprising her.

"A-are you sure?" Zoe asked nervously, even though by this point she should be used to Jared's kindness and generosity. It seemed that nearly three months of kindness wasn't enough to make up for three years in hell, but she was working on it.

Jared simply chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure. Get the hell out of here and enjoy your weekend," he said as he made his way to the office to get the contracts, but not before he snatched her ice water up on the way almost as if he couldn't help himself.

As Zoe followed after him she couldn't help but wonder if there was a name for this little food obsession all the Bradford males seemed to suffer from. Although, she wasn't going to complain about it since it was helping her lose weight.

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Ada selalu besok,"orang lain mengatakan sedih. Trevor tidak peduli cukup untuk mencari dari pengepakan Makan Siang cadangan untuk menambahkan ke dalam percakapan. Itu adalah titik diperdebatkan karena dia benar-benar tidak berpikir Zoe akan pernah harus mengangkat tangannya. Dengan lidahnya cepat dia akan pernah. Ia akan menempatkan setiap pria yang kacau dengan dia di tempatnya dan mungkin tersenyum sementara dia melakukannya."Mungkin dia akan duduk dia," pikir Hank."Atau makan dia," Craig berkata, tertawa.Sekarang yang memiliki perhatian. Dia mendongak pada waktunya untuk melihat beberapa orang-orang menyeruduk tinju dan menyeringai seperti idiot atas komentar cukup bodoh."Real nice, orang," Trevor digambarkan, meraih botol kosong."Uh oh, saya pikir kita hanya menghina Trevor wanita," kata Hank, tertawa."Knock it off, bajingan. Kau tahu itu tidak seperti itu,"Trevor tanah. Selama beberapa minggu orang telah penghilang bola dengan omong kosong ini. Ini sudah lama real sialan cepat.Ayolah, manusia. Tidak apa-apa. Kita semua mengerti bahwa lemak ayam membutuhkan cinta juga,"Craig mengatakan dalam tiruan simpati, mendapatkan lebih banyak terkekeh dan bergumam perjanjian dari sisa orang-orang."Eh ya," Trevor berkata, meraih sial dan berjalan pergi. Omong kosong mereka jengkel kepadanya, tetapi tidak cukup untuk benar-benar peduli."Hei, Trevor, mengangkat!" Hank berkata, memaksa Trevor untuk gigitan kembali beberapa kata-kata pilihan karena Dia enggan berhenti."Apa?" yang ia tersentak, tidak benar-benar peduli bahwa ia adalah seorang bajingan karena ia tahu apa yang akan terjadi.Hank berhenti beberapa kaki darinya, mencari merasa sedikit cemas. "I was just wondering jika Anda ingin bergabung dengan orang-orang besok malam untuk bir," ia menggerutu, tetapi mereka berdua tahu itu bukan alasan sebenarnya ia ingin tahu.Dia ingin Trevor bergaul dengan dia sehingga dia akan memiliki kesempatan di kelas yang lebih tinggi dari wanita. Jika ia menemukan si brengsek digunakan namanya sekali lagi untuk mengambil seorang perempuan yang hendak ia mencekik bajingan."Saya yakin tidak lagi," katanya meskipun ia sudah berencana pergi. Dia hanya tidak ingin bangun bajingan ini harapan dan memiliki dia menggangguku dia malam tentang hal itu."Anda harus keluar," kata Hank, berjalan tangan atas over gel rambut untuk kelancaran sebagai dia memberikan gadis bekerja truk kopi, yang tidak bisa lebih dari tujuh belas tahun, lihat leering.Dengan snort jijik ia berjalan pergi, kagum bahwa seseorang tidak mengalahkan kotoran keluar dari bajingan itu belum."Berpikir tentang itu!" Hank memanggil setelahnya. "Itu akan melakukan sebuah dunia yang baik menjadi sekitar beberapa wanita yang tidak lebih besar daripada Anda!" katanya, tertawa dan membuat Trevor memaksa diri untuk terus bergerak sebelum ia melakukan sesuatu yang akan tanah pantatnya di penjara.**********"Zoe?""ya?" ia berkata, menarik perhatian jauh dari komputer. Bukan berarti dia sudah bekerja. Nope. Ia telah terlalu sibuk berusaha untuk tidak mati malu untuk mendapatkan apa-apa dilakukan.Meskipun itu sudah minggu pertama Oktober itu masih panas, tapi tidak cukup panas untuk menjalankan AC begitu dia punya bodoh membuka semua jendela untuk membiarkan di udara sejuk dan sayangnya mendengar lebih banyak daripada ia ingin."Zoe?" Jared said, drawing her attention. She looked up at her boss, hoping against hope that he hadn't heard."Yes?" she asked, hoping he wasn't going to try and comfort her. She hated pity more than anything."Are you going to eat that?" he asked, looking down at her salad with diced up chicken and licking his lips as if he were staring at fillet mignon.Relieved that he hadn't heard, Zoe sighed as she looked down at her salad. She was pretty hungry, but maybe she shouldn't overdo it, she thought even as her stomach protested."No. Do you want it?" she asked. She'd barely finished asking when Jared reached out and snatched up her bowl. Well, at least she cut out two hundred and fifty calories off her diet, she thought with an inward sigh."Thanks," he said, already picking at her salad and snacking on a cucumber slice as he made his way over to the refrigerator. "I need you to run an errand," he said, grabbing a bottle of creamy French dressing from the fridge and smothering the salad in it.She licked her lips hungrily as she imagined how good that would taste. For the past two and a half months she'd forgone any type of condiment on her food, telling herself that she didn't any extra calories. After what she'd just heard she had to agree."Sure. What do you need?" she asked, grabbing her purse, glad to have a distraction from what she'd heard."Could you run some contracts down to the animal shelter? They need us to build some new kennels and fix one of the buildings," he said around a huge bite of salad."No problem," she said, getting to her feet."After that you can take the rest of the day off," Jared said, surprising her."A-are you sure?" Zoe asked nervously, even though by this point she should be used to Jared's kindness and generosity. It seemed that nearly three months of kindness wasn't enough to make up for three years in hell, but she was working on it.Jared simply chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure. Get the hell out of here and enjoy your weekend," he said as he made his way to the office to get the contracts, but not before he snatched her ice water up on the way almost as if he couldn't help himself.As Zoe followed after him she couldn't help but wonder if there was a name for this little food obsession all the Bradford males seemed to suffer from. Although, she wasn't going to complain about it since it was helping her lose weight.