Chapter 93

“Hi, uh, is this, uh, seat taken?”

Paul, who was chewing his way through a mouthful of tough cow flesh, shook his head.

“Thanks. I’m Trish. You must be Paul.”

Paul nodded and finally managed to swallow. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He couldn’t remember the last time someone of the opposite sex got all giggly and shy with him. No, that wasn’t true. There was that girl in the sixth form. Paul smiled at the memory. God, what was her name? Over a period of a couple of weeks she had gradually sat closer. Touches that could have been passed off as innocent soon grew to unmistakable caresses. Everything Paul said was funny, or the wisest thing the girl had ever heard. She seemed to hang on every word. Paul remembered being both flattered and more than a little uncomfortable.

Remembering where he’d seen what’s-her-name before, Paul asked, “Don’t you work with Trevor?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” She blushed, obviously recognising she’d been caught.

A glance in Sandy’s direction saw the woman roll her eyes.