Chapter 88

“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, offeringherself.” 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.” Adopting an obviously false parental tone in order to mask his true feelings and intentions, Trevor continued, “You could do a lot worse than set your cap at Patricia, our Paul.”