Chapter 32

If Paul and Trish did make a go of it, would Trevor be able to cope

with news about what Trish and Paul had done the previous evening,

what Paul had said, what Paul thought about…?

“There you

are.”

“Huh?” Trevor’s reverie

was interrupted by Paul coming into the office.

“Didn’t see you at lunch.

What’s-her-name said you’d swapped lunches. Why?” Paul looked

concerned.

Was he also

disappointed?You

wish, Trevor told himself. “I, uh.”

Trevor couldn’t think of what to say.

“Is she, Trish, is she all

right? I mean—” Paul blushed. “She seemed a bit, well,

obvious.”

“Obvious?” Trevor didn’t

have to fake his look of surprise.

“Well, uh, she—she

almost—God, this is embarrassing. It was almost as though she was,

well, offering herself.” Paul whispered the last two

words.

“Really?” Trevor had no

idea Trish would go to such lengths, and so quickly. “I wouldn’t

know, me being gay.”

“Yeah, well.”

“She’s a nice girl.”