Opening the cabinet, Paul
glanced over the array of bottles of aftershave. Picking one up,
knowing it belonged to Trevor, he hesitated.
Leaving the bathroom
momentarily, Paul shouted down the stairs. “Trev, you mind if I use
your Jean Paul Gaultier aftershave?”
Coming out of the living
room and looking up the stairs, Trevor said, “Wow, she must be
special if you’re going to all that trouble.”
Trevor scanned Paul from
head to toe, making him feel self-conscious.
So what if he was wearing
a new black silk shirt and his best pair of jeans? “You don’t think
it’s, uh, too much?”
“No, not at all.” Sighing
and in a lower voice, Trevor added, “She’s a lucky lady.” He then
turned away and went back into the living room.
Rubbing a generous
quantity of the aftershave on his face, Paul wondered at Trevor’s
quietness. Was he all right, should he stay at home? Then he
remembered Trevor said he too was going out.Must be later,he
thought, easing his feet into his dress shoes.