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Trevor come out a different door again,” he told her with a grin.  “Ever use one of these before?”
    She shook her head.
    “It’s easy.  Just press this button and hold it down to talk, then release it so that I can talk to you,” he said, pointing to a rectangular-shaped button on the side of the radio.  “It’s good within about a mile or so.  Just ignore all these other buttons.  It has a lot of other capabilities, but we don’t need to worry about those right now.”
    She smiled.  “Thanks.  I really appreciate this.”
    He grinned.  “No problem.”
    Radio in hand, Addison went back inside the house.  Rather than go back to her office right away, though, she found herself heading to the gym instead.  While she told herself it was just so she could make sure Trevor knew what time they needed to leave, she had to admit that she wouldn’t mind watching him work out.
    When she walked in the gym a few moments later, Trevor was lifting weights.  He had taken off his T-shirt and was sitting on a padded bench, legs spread, one arm on his muscular thigh while he worked out his biceps.  Addison’s pulse quickened at the sight of him.  She watched breathlessly as his muscles flexed and rippled.  Damn, he looked fine all hot and sweaty.  It was all she could do not to walk over to him and run her hands over him.
    Stifling a moan, Addison cleared her throat and walked into the room.  “Mr. Braden.”
    At the sound of his name, Trevor looked up.  He didn’t stop what he was doing, though, and Addison had to force her gaze away from the muscles flexing in his broad chest.
    “I...um...just wanted to remind you that we have to leave for the studio in a little while,” she said.
    He nodded.  “Thanks.  I’m almost done here.”
    She chewed on her lower lip, watching the muscles in his arm bulge as he lifted the weight.  “I’ll see you out front then.”
    Addison made as if to go, but the sound of her name had her turning back around to face Trevor.  He had set the weight done and gotten to his feet.  A bead of sweat slowly ran down his chest, and she stared at it as if mesmerized.
    “I...um...” Trevor began, then stopped and ran a hand through his hair.
    Her heart lurched.  Oh God, he was going to mention the spanking he’d given her.
    But to her relief, he didn’t.  “Do you think you could pick out something for me to wear while I take a shower?” he asked.  “Anything is fine.  I’ll be changing when I get to the studio anyway.”
    “Oh,” she said.  “Yeah.  Of course.”
    “Thanks,” he said, flashing her a grin as he grabbed his shirt from the weight bench.
    Though she was relieved that Trevor hadn’t brought up the spanking, Addison had to admit that she wouldn’t have minded if he had apologized for putting her over his knee.  It was the least he could do, she thought as she made her way upstairs.
     
    * * *
     
    Trevor stole a glance at Addison as they drove to the studio later that morning.  She hadn’t said a word to him since they’d left the house thirty minutes earlier, but had instead spent the time reading through her day-planner and making notes in the margins.  He didn’t know what to make of her silence.  He had been stunned to walk into the kitchen and find her sitting there.  He had immediately steeled himself for a confrontation regarding his inappropriate behavior the night before, but she hadn’t given any indication that anything had happened at all.  She had just calmly poured syrup on her pancakes.  Realizing that she wouldn’t want to discuss what had happened in front of Maribel, he had made a point of saying he was going to the gym, thinking she would follow.  But she hadn’t come in until nearly an hour later, and then it was only to remind him about going to the studio.  He had almost brought up the spanking himself, but then decided against it, asking her to pick out something for him to wear instead.  He figured that since