Chapter 31

The empty space on the sofa of an evening didn’t bother

him.

“Oh look, see that pig fly

over next door’s garden shed?” Trevor grumbled as he slumped into

his armchair. There were only so many times one could re-organise

the kitchen cupboards before it bordered on obsessive compulsive

disorder.

He’d had the pleasure of

Paul’s company for over two months. The rational part of his brain

told him it was a good thing Paul had moved back home when he did.

He was becoming all too used to having someone else around the

place. Someone to cook and clean for, someone to talk to, someone

to laugh and joke around with.

Trevor blinked rapidly, he

absolutely refused to shed tears over this. Paul needed to get back

to his own place now it was dried out and re-decorated. It was

right, proper, good. So why was he missing the guy something

fierce?

Even though it wasn’t

cold, heck it was well into June, Trevor levered himself to his