Page 64 of Trevor Takes Care

Trevor let a second tick by, then retook his seat, clicked the pen, and tugged the notebook closer. “Then I will,” he agreed softly. “We can talk about that, too.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Trevor returned home after sunset, holding the casserole dish which he had washed after they’d eaten so that G.G. wouldn’t attempt it.

Full of energy, Trevor put it away in the cabinet, then straightened the kitchen before floating into the living room to flop onto the couch. It was too early to call Sky, who was probably still working. But Trevor was going to take a break and then do exactly that while riding this high.

G.G. wanted him. He didn’t think Trevor had fucked up. He wanted more.

Trevor sighed as he propped his feet up on Ellie’s back without using his full weight because it would make her get up to demand cuddles, which he then gave her.

At the other end of the couch, his grandmother cut him a look. Several looks.

“Is that your nonjudgmental face?” Trevor wondered lightly without turning toward her.

She muttered something, then answered, “It’s as close as I can do right now.”

Trevor glanced over. Her gaze was serious but her lips twitched as if Trevor amused her despite her concerns about the situation.

“Good,” Trevor said with real relief. “Because I’m going to call Sky later, so when you email him, you don’t have to feel like you’re lying for me or anything. He knows.”

“Hmm.” His grandma turned toward the TV. “You said you weren’t dating Sky, so why does that matter? He’s not your boyfriend anymore. That’s what you told me.”

Trevor looked to the TV as well. She wasn’t watching the spy show. It was some movie with Robert Redford.

“You don’t sound like you agree,” he said after a while, scratching behind Ellie’s ears while Ellie grunted with pleasure.

His grandma snorted.

Trevor sat against the back cushion and lolled his head to the side to study his grandmother’s profile.

“Admittedly, Sky and I are not good at not dating each other,” he allowed.

She snorted again.

Trevor decided to dare more. “He’s still my boyfriend, I think, and has been this whole time.”

“You don’t say.” His grandmother looked at him. “How did G.G. like your lasagna?”

Trevor ducked his head to smile. “Ate every bit.”

His grandma nodded firmly in approval of that before giving a very put-upon sigh. “At least you have good taste in men.”

“Got that from you.” Trevor wasn’t even joking. But his grandma cackled for a second before controlling herself and trying to look unimpressed again. Trevor glanced to the TV and a middle-aged-to-older Robert Redford in some dad jeans. “Seriously, even married, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t have gone for Redford if he’d asked.”

She smacked his shoulder.

“There was a movie about that,” his grandma said primly a few moments later. “Your grandfather and I discussed it when it came out.”

Trevor closed his eyes tight and took a breath. He opened his eyes. “You know what? If you’re messing with me, I deserve it. And if you’re not, good for you but also don’t tell me.”

It startled another laugh out of her before she gave Trevor the sternest frown in her repertoire.

He watched the rest of the movie with her, fed Mr. Tams since his grandma had forgotten because of her long nap, and then took Ellie for a much-delayed evening walk once his grandma went to bed.

Then, with everything taken care of and the events at G.G.’s really starting to sink in, Trevor went into his bedroom to talk to Sky.

He wanted to warn Sky first in case Sky was working. But Sky had promised him a talk and a talk they were going to have.

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