out about Trent and me?" I asked.

Before she could answer, Cassie returned with some type of seafood dip appetizer, and slid into one of the other chairs at the table, “Here’s some crackers and dip. What are you two whispering about over here? What am I missing?"

"Paul was just asking when we first learned about him and Trent." Janet explained.

"Honey, we knew the day after you met. He came in here with a big ol' smile on his face, and walkin' on air! He didn't get ten steps through that door, before we surrounded him and got to the bottom of that smile. Well, there wasn't a person in the kitchen who didn't know something was up, and we beat it out of him!" Cassie laughed.

"Now, tell us the dirt. Was it really as romantic as Trent said? The night you met, I mean? Meeting outside your condos and then spending the evening together?" Janet asked.

"Yeah, fill us in Paul," Cassie whispered.

"It was incredible. I honestly didn't know he was gay, and I was just being friendly." I started.

"Paul, we didn't either. Do you know none of us had any clue he was gay. I mean, we sure don't care, but he had just never said anything to lead us to believe he was. Hell, I'm just thrilled to see him so happy," Cassie, said.

"You know what I think..." Janet whispered, "I think you turned him gay."

Cassie let out a big hoot, and said, "Oh, Janet, you’re a stitch! You're so bad."

"No, Cassie, think about it. Remember, he went out with that girl a couple times? But, he never seemed really happy. The day he came in here after meeting Paul, he was like another person. There was no doubt he was truly happy," Janet said.

"Now, you know that's right. That's true. I forgot about that girl. Well, you would know, Paul. Was he gay before you met him?" Cassie asked.

"I'm not sure, but I don't believe so. But, I don't think I MADE him gay, maybe I was just lucky enough that he discovered it with me," I offered.

"Hrm... Well, at any rate, you two sound like such a great couple. Trent is so happy when he comes in to work, and he can't wait to get home to you. I want a man like that!" Janet said.

"Janet, the right man is out there for you. Don't look for him and he will find you. That's your trouble, you're trying to hunt him down like a dog. You gotta let him come to you. Ain't that right, Paul," Cassie explained.

"Yes, maybe so," I agreed.

"Well, that's how it happened with you boys. Hell, that's how it happened with me and my husband. I'm telling you. You listen to ol' Cassie, and your man will find you," Cassie said.

Trent approached the table with a basket of warm bread, "How 'bout some hot bread to go with your hot gossip!"

"Trent, now, you've held out on us all this time, you're damned straight we're gonna gossip, now that we have Paul here. Hell, we're entitled!" Cassie said.

Trent turned to walk away, and Cassie grabbed him by the apron, "Trent, don't you dare walk away from this table without giving your sweetie some sugar!"

Janet laughed as Trent leaned in and kissed me.

"I love you," he said, as he leaned in and kissed