Chapter 32
If Paul and Trish did make a go of it, would Trevor be able to cope
with news about what Trish and Paul had done the previous evening,
what Paul had said, what Paul thought about…?
“There you
are.”
“Huh?” Trevor’s reverie
was interrupted by Paul coming into the office.
“Didn’t see you at lunch.
What’s-her-name said you’d swapped lunches. Why?” Paul looked
concerned.
Was he also
disappointed?You
wish, Trevor told himself. “I, uh.”
Trevor couldn’t think of what to say.
“Is she, Trish, is she all
right? I mean—” Paul blushed. “She seemed a bit, well,
obvious.”
“Obvious?” Trevor didn’t
have to fake his look of surprise.
“Well, uh, she—she
almost—God, this is embarrassing. It was almost as though she was,
well, offering herself.” Paul whispered the last two
words.
“Really?” Trevor had no
idea Trish would go to such lengths, and so quickly. “I wouldn’t
know, me being gay.”
“Yeah, well.”
“She’s a nice girl.”