Trent turned, surprise and dismay flashing across his face before he got his expression under control. “Can’t say the same for you. You look like you’ve aged ten years.”
I smiled dryly. “You always were someone who told it like it is.”
“Why lie? I get enough of that from some of the people I’m involved with for work.” He leaned back, looking at me. “To what do I owe the dubious honor of this visit after such a long time?”
“I need your help.”
“From the look of you, I’d say that’s a given. I’d suggest a good barber for starters, and clothes that don’t look like you bought them at a used clothing store,” he replied somewhat snidely.
“Yeah, well since that’s where they came from…” I took a deep breath. “I’m serious. I could be in bad trouble and I need you to help me get out of it.”
I knew he wanted to tell me get lost, but I’d piqued his interest. He beckoned for me to come in and take a seat.
“Okay, what’s going on?” he said when I had.