“Not even. We’re testing the waters, is all. We might find out we’re good as friends and nothing more.”
“Trey, I barely know you, but there’s one thing I have picked up on. You’re gun-shy for some reason. How do I know, you ask? I’ve seen you interact with some of the guys who come in here. A couple of them were realfriendly and you backed off as if they were going to bite you.”
“I didn’t!”
“Yeah, you did. I asked Nan about it and she said something happened. She wouldn’t tell me what except it had to do with Christmas. I won’t pry, but honestly, if you like Marty, give him a chance.”
“I am,” Trey protested.
“Good. He seems like a nice guy and he’s interested in you. Don’t blow it.”
“Yes, mother,” Trey muttered at the same time that the front door opened and Marty came in, carrying three bags from the sandwich shop.
“Lunch is served,” he announced, setting them on the counter. “Do we eat here, or in back?”