“Hmm.”
“What?” Paul was definitely impatient now.
Trevor got up from his knees after poking at the ground with a key. “Not bad.”
“Never knew you were such an expert.” Sarcasm as well. Paul would have to watch himself. Trevor was here on his insistence. Although hesitant at first to join the team, Trevor soon agreed once Paul had said they really needed his help.
Trevor raised an eyebrow. “Just cause I mince, honey, doesn’t mean I don’t know a Yorker from a full toss.”
Paul sighed. Trevor displaying his campy side was a sure sign he felt threatened. “I’m sorry. It’s just I thought you said you never played at school or anything.”
“I didn’t, but Gary was such a perfectionist.” Looking round the small ground, Trevor said, “Shall I bowl an over or two at you? Just to see if I can still do it?”