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I’m banking on it.
“You’re Trent’s girl,” he finishes, and I nod, forcing the guilt to roll off my shoulders.
There is no need to correct him. If I do, I run the risk he’ll clam up.
I place my elbows on the table and lean in.
“So, you’ve known Trent for a while . . .” I lead, hoping he divulges some useful information.
“Pretty long. About two years, maybe. However long this place has been open.”
“Oh, wow, really?”
It comes as a surprise to me. I didn’t realize Trent had been volunteering here this long.
“Yep.” His lips part and he grins widely at me.
It’s obvious this man cares deeply for Trent. That Trent is important to him. My stomach drops at the thought. I’m a horrible person. How can I try to take advantage of him?
“I didn’t realize he’s—” I stop myself.
I don’t want to say anything that will make him think I don’t know Trent well. I may feel bad pressing him, but I also don’t want to upset him by making it obvious what I intended to do.
I change directions. “I didn’t realize he comes here so much. That’s nice.”
“It’s more than nice. He’s here almost every day, visiting.”
That is news. But instead, I keep smiling and pretend I know all of this.
“It’s amazing of him that he finds time. He’s so busy at work,” I say.
“He says the location is close to his office, but I’m not geographically challenged. I know Cresthill is at the very edge of the city, and he’s not. That traffic is a bitch when he comes. I’m thankful that he tries to stop by every day for a game of cards.”
I cock my head to the side.
“You like to play?” I ask.
He beams at my question. The deep lines on his face grow larger. “Love it.”
“That’s how you and Trent bonded?”
“Yeah, Trent plays poker. He’s good. But not as good as me.”
“Do you guys play for money?”
He narrows his eyes on me. “Nope. Trent doesn’t believe in gambling for money.”
My spine goes ramrod straight. What a dumb question. Of course, Trent doesn’t play for cash, not after what his father did. I should have known this, and Henry is probably wondering why I didn’t.
“Doesn’t matter,” Henry finally says. “It’s still fun, regardless. I’m simply happy for the company.”
He looks away from me. A faraway look consumes his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I was just thinking.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
