They went into the next room. Trevor held her chair out for her. She slid into it and lifted her gaze to his, and she didn’t look happy. “This isn’t a date, you know.”
“No, but you are a guest.” He sensed her being defensive, though he didn’t know why. “Is there any reason I shouldn’t be respectful?”
“I guess not. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He was about to ask her if she was upset about something, but Hammond came out bearing a tray with their salads.
“Miss Haven already told me her preferred dressing,” he said, laying dressing to the side. “When you finish these, I’ll bring your steaks.”
“Thanks, Hammond. I assume you made some extras to take home to you, Lyla, and the grandkids?”
Hammond grinned. “You know I did.”
“Why don’t you go ahead and take off before those steaks get cold? I can serve them up.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind? I’m happy to serve you dinner and clean up after.”
“Go ahead and have dinner with your family. I’m pretty sure Haven and I can take it from here.”
Haven nodded. “We can. And thank you for fixing dinner. I already know it’s going to be fantastic.”
“I expect a full report tomorrow on how you liked your steak,” he said as he made his way toward the kitchen. “You two have a great night.”
“Good night, Hammond,” Trevor said, then dug into his salad. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
“What you did was very nice,” Haven said.
Trevor looked up at her and frowned. “What? Oh . . . Hammond? He likes to spend time with Lyla and the kids.”
“How old are the children?”
“Four and six.”
“Off the record? What happened to their mom?”
He hesitated.
“Seriously, Trevor. This is off the record.”
He nodded. “Hammond’s daughter Jasmine has a drug problem. A big one she’s been struggling with off and on for years. She was in and out of jail a few times for possession. But it went from bad to worse, and two years ago she started dealing, got caught, and now she has a long-term prison problem.”
Haven laid her fork down. “Oh, no.”
“Yeah. So Hammond and Lyla got full custody of Amelia and Jacob.”
“What about the kids’ father?”
“Two different fathers, neither responsible enough to be in the picture. They were even worse than Jasmine. One’s in jail for armed robbery.”
Haven sighed. “Those poor children. Thank God they have grandparents like Hammond and his wife to care for them.”
“Yeah. Hammond made a lot of sacrifices to try to get his daughter clean, but then finally washed his hands of her and bent over backward for the grandkids.”
“Some people you can’t help.”
“Not if they don’t want the help, no.”
She laid her hand on his. “Thank you for helping Hammond and his family.”
“Hammond’s doing all the work. I’m just paying his salary.”
“You’re right. He is. But he has you in his corner, and that’s great.”
“I like him. And I get a benefit out of this, too, you know. You haven’t tasted those steaks yet.”
She laughed. “Well, let’s get to it.”
Trevor was glad the topic was off him and onto the food, which of course tasted damn good.
“Oh, my God,” Haven said after she’d eaten a couple of pieces of her steak. “No wonder you hired Hammond. This steak is fantastic.”
Trevor swallowed and took a drink of iced tea. “I told you I got the better end of this deal.”
“So what you’re saying is, you can’t cook.”
“Sure I can. But I’m on the road a lot, and while I’m here in St. Louis, I have a fantastic cook.”
“And when you move to Tampa to play football? What happens to Hammond then?”
“He comes here every day to see to the house for me.”
She leaned back in her chair. “In other words, you continue to pay him annually.”
“Yeah.”
“Because you can afford to do that and because you’re a nice guy.”
“Aw, come on, don’t go telling people that, Haven. I have a badass reputation to maintain. And besides, we’re still off the record.”
She laughed. “Your secret is safe with me.”