I laughed, touched by how protective he got with me. “Oh, I have fun, Trev. Don’t worry. My friends take care of that.” This was actually not a lie. My best friend since college, Sam, was in charge of the “entertain Tristan” committee. She had formed and run that particular institution since our first year in college, after I’d come clean to her about my feelings. She was the same age as Trev, and while she couldn’t make it better for me, she was pretty good at playing the older sister part. I’d made friends with some of the people I worked with too, so I had enough opportunities to go out and have some fun. I didn’t date because I couldn’t get involved with anyone. and, even physically, they ended up wanting more than I could offer.
He snorted and took a long sip from his beer. “Yeah, I
