When it became obvious Roger wasn’t going to speak,Wes asked,“What did Sandy say?”He hoped Roger couldn’t hear the fear in his voice.
Roger answered with a question of his own.“What was that scent you wore to the party?”
Nathan.It had been Nathan’s cologne Roger smelled on Wes’s neck that night,Nathan he could smell now,heady in the sheets and the air and all over Wes again.
Glancing over at him from the corner of his eye,Roger prompted,“Was it something new?”
“I don’t remember,”Wes lied,edging into the room.He wanted to shove Nathan’s tank top beneath the bed,get it out of sight,just until Roger left.“Sandy—”
“Told me he saw you yesterday.”Roger replaced the last bottle of cologne and met Wes’s gaze in the mirror.The hard look in his eyes,the hatredWes saw there,froze him in place.“Told me to tell you he was sorry he didn’t get a chance to say hi before you left the grill.”Roger waited a moment,and then added,“I thought you were at Tom’s.”