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Trevor ruffled his hair, still irritated at the bed post, but followed her down the stairs. "Fuckin' post," he elaborated, grinning as he watched her little sway and reached out to slap her arse. "Kicked the fuckin' thing."
Following her into the kitchen, Trevor headed straight for the coffee pot, nodding at Verity as he passed. "All right," he greeted, reaching around her to snag a piece of bacon.