Chapter 13

“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