“No, he’s not. Oh, maybe in the play everyone considered Sir Andrew a lackwit, but this Andrew’s actually pretty smart. You know Katharine is older than he is.”
“What? No he—”
Val dipped his head, and maybe he hoped that hid his little grin, but I saw it. He continued. “The idea of him coming to court her is all his father’s. The old bastard—” For a second Val looked lost—was he thinking of his own father?—but then he grinned, and this time, it was obvious and teasing. “—won’t accept the fact that Andy is gay—”
“He’s not gay.”
“Dude.” Val gave him a surprised look. “He is sogay! He used the excuse of coming to town to court Katharine to hide the fact he wanted her uncle.”
Dan’s jaw dropped.
“But then he saw me. I mean Charlie.” The look on Val’s face had become a cross between innocent and smug—the young scamp—and I bit back a laugh. I’d have to tell Mark about it.
Before Dan could respond to that, Val’s cell phone rang.