She studied him. “Maybe I don’t.”
“Good. Then you’ll have a lot of questions to ask for your super feature story on me, won’t you?”
She laughed. “I guess I will. Which, now that breakfast is over, we should get started on.”
“Sure. Let’s spread out a little. The breakfast bar isn’t comfortable. Where would you like to go?”
Haven looked around, trying to decide where to set up. “Uh, living room.” Trevor would likely be more at ease, more at home there, and more amenable to answering her initial questions. Plus it seemed a little more formal than the sunroom.
“That’ll work.”
He took a seat in one of the leather chairs, while Haven spread out on the sofa, her notes and laptop in front of her.
“So how’s this going to work?” he asked.
“I’m going to start by asking some background questions, just a few things we’ll fill in on the narrative side of the equation. After we’re through with all the background story, we’ll start filming.”
“Which will consist of?”
“You at work. And at home. Where you grew up, where you went to high school and college, plus some of you at leisure activities. People want to know about you—who Trevor Shay the person is, as well as the athlete. I’ve looked into some of the charities you sponsor. I’d like to showcase those.”
“I’d like that, too.”
“Then we’re set.”
“Do I get to interview you, too?” he asked.
“Ha-ha. And no. You already know all there is to know about me.”
“Do I?”
“Sure. We’ve known each other since college.”
“We’ve been around each other, Haven. But do we know each other all that well?”
She frowned. “I don’t understand the question.”
“Look. If you knew everything there was to know about me, you could write the background without needing to interview me, right? But you can’t, because while we went to college together, we didn’t really hang out, did we?”
“No, we definitely didn’t.”
“And it’s not like we’ve spent a lot of time around each other. We know each other because of your mom and dad. We’ve hung out some, but you don’t really know me all that well. And I don’t know you, either.”
“Do you know everyone who interviews you?”
“No. But you’re the daughter of someone I greatly admired. Someone I thought of as a mentor. You’re not just a random interviewer. You’re someone I’d like to get to know better.”
She didn’t understand why he was interested. Or why it even mattered. “You’re certainly playing a different tune now than you did in college. You couldn’t wait to get away from me then.”
He dipped his head, then gave her a very sexy smile. “In college it was different. I wasn’t much for learning back then. The only thing I was interested in was the ball—either football or baseball. I wanted to be out on the field playing. Academics got in my way. And you represented academics.”
“I see.” Not exactly the same way she’d seen it back then. “So you saw me as a way to help you pass your classes so you could stay in school.”
“Something like that. Why? Was I mean to you?”
“No. Not at all. You just did everything in your power to avoid studying.”
He laughed. “Yeah. That really wasn’t my thing.”
“So I noticed. Unfortunately, charm could only take you so far, Trevor. At some point you had to get a passing grade.”
“And you helped with that. So thanks again.”
“You’re welcome. Though I don’t know that I really helped, since you managed to elude most of our study sessions, or rarely paid attention to what I was trying to say.”
“Hey, I passed, so it sank in. Trust me, you helped.”
The earnest way he looked at her, the easy smile on his face, and, oh, God, she could get so lost in the sea green of his eyes, how dark and long his lashes were, and his mouth—
“So . . . where do we start?”
Haven blinked, and realized she’d been staring at him. He’d done this to her in college, too, making her lose her focus.
Damn the man anyway. And now he was smiling at her, as if he knew exactly the kind of effect he had on her.
“Let’s start with your childhood.” At his wary look, she said, “We’ll walk gently through here, and if anything makes you uncomfortable, we’ll stop.”