Chapter 36

“It’d not take me long to

run you up a pair. I could even line them for you.”

Paul had politely refused.

Trevor had done so much already. Trevor was only mollified when

Paul confessed his mother had a spare set she was letting him

have.

Fingering the red velvet,

Paul wished he’d allowed Trevor to make him up a pair. “Though God

knows what colour he’d have picked.” Paul immediately castigated

himself. Before he’d moved into Trevor’s, he’d imagined outrageous

colours on all the soft furnishings, fancy pelmets and frilly

tie-backs. These images were soon discarded when he’d seen the

quiet and understated décor Trevor had chosen.

Quickly rejecting the idea

of watching something on the telly, Paul alighted on his bookshelf.

The bottom row of books had had to be thrown away, but fortunately

those higher up had survived, although many of them hadn’t

appreciated being in a damp environment. Picking out a western he’d