Chapter 55
Paul had instantly agreed,
though grumbled when Trevor said he would pay for his half of
whatever they spent. “I’m not a simpering damsel,
remember?”
So Trevor found himself
all dressed up in his best suit, with Paul similarly attired (the
guy looked stunning in a dinner jacket) eating in a pretty fancy
restaurant, the waiters speaking in a French accent which Trevor
had a sneaking suspicion was put on. He wished he’d remembered more
of his schoolboy French so he could test out his theory.
“What you thinking about?”
Paul asked from the other side of the candle-lit table. The
flickering light enhanced Paul’s features, making him seem even
more attractive and wholesome than ever.
“Oh, not much really,”
Trevor lied. He didn’t want to admit that Paul’s attempts to
convince him of his sincerity were having their desired
effect.
“You’re having a good
time, though? I know the play wasn’t what we hoped it would
be.”
Trevor smiled. He needed