“Hmm.”
“What?” Paul was
definitely impatient now.
Trevor got up from his
knees after poking at the ground with a key. “Not bad.”
“Never knew you were such
an expert.” Sarcasm as well. Paul would have to watch himself.
Trevor was here on his insistence. Although hesitant at first to
join the team, Trevor soon agreed once Paul had said they really
needed his help.
Trevor raised an eyebrow.
“Just cause I mince, honey, doesn’t mean I don’t know a Yorker from
a full toss.”
Paul sighed. Trevor
displaying his campy side was a sure sign he felt threatened. “I’m
sorry. It’s just I thought you said you never played at school or
anything.”
“I didn’t, but Gary was
such a perfectionist.” Looking round the small ground, Trevor said,
“Shall I bowl an over or two at you? Just to see if I can still do
it?”
As Paul went back to the
car to put on his pads and grab his bat, he wondered what the hell
was happening. Trevor hadn’t seemed the kind of bloke who would