Chapter 82
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 heall right, should he stay at home? Then he remembered Trevor said he too was going out. Must be later, hethought, easing his feet into his dress shoes.