Chapter 7

“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.”