“That’s it,” Zoe said, shaking her head, more determined than she’d ever been before. “I’m going on a diet.”
“No,” Trevor said as he walked past her, barely pausing as he gave her bottom an affection pat as he made his way to the shower.
She worried her bottom lip as she stared down at the proof that she’d overdone it in 2016. She had no idea how she’d gained ten pounds since the last time she’d stepped on this scale, but she was damn well going to get it off before Valentine’s Day.
That was it.
She was done playing games.