Chapter 63

“Look,” Trevor set down his sandwich. “Relax, will you?”

“What?”

“Paul.” Trevor shook his head. “Yes, I am a gay man, which means I like men.”

Paul looked like he was about to flee. Trevor imagined him running out of the house, his hands moving swiftly between his arse and his wedding tackle, not sure which was in greater need of protection.

Stifling a smile, he continued. “But I’m not after you.”

Paul looked even more panicked.

“Shit,” Trevor said under his breath. He was supposed to be putting the bloke at ease, not making the situation worse. Paul had barely taken more than a couple of bites out of his panini, and if there was one thing Trevor was uncomfortable with, it was wasting food.

“Okay, a bit of a history lesson. All you never wanted to know about gay relationships, and were too afraid to ask.”

“What? I—”

“Paul, it’s obvious you’re uncomfortable with me. I thought we’d at least broken the ice over the last couple of days, but I was wrong.”