Chapter 7For a moment, Trey thought Ben would refuse to open the door to him, and he held his breath as he waited several heartbeats before he heard the lock being slid back.
Ben stood on the other side of the open door wearing only a baby blue bathrobe. His dark hair, now that Trey thought about it, cut in sort of a young Elvis Presley style, appeared damp. His eyes, a warm hazel, were wide and uncertain.
“Hello, Ben. May I come in, please?”
Ben bit his slightly plump bottom lip. “I…yeah, okay.”
Trey waited for Ben to step out of the threshold so he could walk into the apartment, and when he did, he closed the door himself. He glanced around the clean, tidy apartment living room and combination dining room-kitchen. “Nice place.”
“What is it you want, Mr. Orton?” Ben’s face was a mask
