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forthcoming. After a brief awkward pause, he continued, “But when I overheard what you were discussing so passionately, I still felt as though I should reassure you that the system is a good one and can be the right choice if you’re looking at it for solid reasons.”
    Rhonnie nodded. “That’s what I keep telling her.” She ran her hand over her almost non-existent baby bump. “I actually have a friend who donated for mine.”
    Trevor grinned. “So I heard, and with no hand-delivery, even.” His eyes sparkled with humour as Rhonnie finished shovelling a bite of her lunch into her mouth and coughed out a laugh. “Congratulations.”
    The waiter came over and Trevor ordered a chipotle steak wrap and ice water without consulting the menu.
    Rhonnie’s eyebrows went up. “Do you eat here often?”
    He shrugged. “Not as frequently as I used to.”
    “Oh?” Rhonnie bristled slightly and Erica braced herself. Rhonnie was the restaurant’s manager and understandably biased to love her baby. That said, she knew Rhon didn’t mind constructive feedback. She just hoped that Trevor was nice about it.
    “I’m out of town a lot and I need to keep my boyish figure for my job. So, depending on my schedule, I either can’t indulge or I’m rolling through at odd hours.”
    “Boyish figure, huh.” Erica sat back and gave him a long assessment. “Doesn’t look all that boyish from where I sit,” she flirted.
    Trevor wasn’t in the least embarrassed by her intense perusal, grinning appealingly back at her. If anything, he seemed to welcome it. “What I mean is, I use my body to make my living, so I have to watch the unnecessary calories.”
    “What is it you do? Actor?” Rhonnie queried. Her plate was empty and she was eyeing Erica’s salad. Becoming accustomed to her friend’s ravenous appetite, she shoved it over and silently indicated for her to help herself.
    “Not exactly. I’m a fitness model and demonstrator, so I do print and video.”
    Rhonnie immediately pulled out her iPhone and Googled him. She scrolled through the images.
    “Wow, look at some of the magazines you’ve scored covers for!”
    Erica found herself peering over Rhonnie’s shoulder at the bounty his currently clothed state only hinted at, and her one-track mind gave her another pointed nudge at the genetics on display.
    The waiter brought Trevor’s meal and more bread for Rhonnie. As the others ate, Erica found herself relaxing in his company. They continued the conversation when Trevor asked the ladies about their respective occupations. Trevor gave Erica an intense once-over when she admitted to her career with their city’s major-market network affiliate, but the barrage of questions and fawning she sometimes received never materialised. Instead he only commented that he’d thought she looked familiar, and moved on to question Rhonnie about her own work.
    “Ah! No wonder you were so worried when I said I didn’t come here often.”
    Rhonnie blushed. “Guilty. I’m glad you like it. And we do have some really healthy things on the menu.” She waved a fork at Erica’s salad. “But if there’s something in particular you’d like to see, I can try to get it on the menu for you.”
    Trevor cocked his head. “That’s very nice of you. Thank you. And really, a few more high protein, low carb options could only be a win-win in this city with so many body conscious people.”
    They talked for a while longer. Between the two gregarious people talking now about food and diet, Erica just listened while she sipped at her drink. Trevor was a lot of fun to be around and very easy on the eye, and she was reluctant for the surprise lunch date to end.
    Eventually Trevor set his napkin to the side of his plate and stood. He pulled out his wallet and tossed down a twenty. “I have to get going, ladies. Rhonnie”—he grasped her hand—“good luck with the rest of your pregnancy.” Then he turned to Erica and his smile increased in