“Best get it over with,”
he said under his breath as he unlatched his seatbelt and climbed
out of the car.
Standing at the front door
waiting for admittance, Paul couldn’t help being reminded of the
last time he had stood there, and what he found when he’d been let
in. His thoughts were interrupted by the door being opened, by
Gary.
Paul felt his anger rise.
“Trevor in?”
If Gary was surprised at
Paul’s brusque tone, he didn’t show it. “Uh, no, he’s at choir
practice.”
Shit, Paul knew he should
have remembered that.
“He should be back within
the hour if you want to come in and wait. I—”
“No.” But then he realised
maybe he could tackle the problem from the other end. “Uh, actually
I will wait.”
Gary smiled and held the
door open for him. As they walked down the hall, Paul couldn’t help
noticing how well built Gary was. His thick biceps strained the
sleeves of his black T-shirt. Paul could see why Trevor would be