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sat on my foot, his tongue hanging out in ecstasy.
    “Hello, my big boy. Are you glad to see me? You are? Oh, I’m glad to see you too. I betcha you want to go out and play? Yeah? You’re a gorgeous boy, aren’t you? You’re a big one and a gorgeous one.”
    “I’m sure you say that to all the boys.”
    I looked up at the sound of Patrick’s voice to find him standing in the doorway of his room, and immediately my brain short-circuited. Didn’t the man ever wear any clothes? I had deliberately put him to bed last night with a shirt on so I wasn’t stuck with the image of his naked chest as the last thing I saw, but here he was just wearing his cotton boxer shorts again.
    Today I was much more confident in checking him out. Yesterday I had known he was blind, but it hadn’t really registered. After spending hours in his company, I knew he couldn’t see where I was looking and now I stared at his package, trying to discover his size and particulars. I suddenly realized an awkward silence had fallen. Did he say something?
    “Huh?”
    He smirked as if he could read my mind, and I desperately hoped he couldn’t. “Never mind.”
    “Oh. Umm….” Idiot! “How are you feeling today?”
    “Better. Thank you.” He paused for a second and then continued. “Did you notice I said ‘thank you’? See? I’m learning.”
    I chuckled. “Good boy. Now keep practicing. Did I wake you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Sorry.”
    “It’s alright. I need to get up and besides, I’m starving. Did you say something about bacon and eggs for breakfast?”
    I laughed at his unsubtle hint. “No problem, man. I’ll just let Gregor out for a bit and I’ll get on to that. How many eggs do you want?”
    He scratched idly at his chest. Shit! Was he deliberately trying to turn me on? “Two? And bacon and toast? Is that okay? I’ll go and jump in the shower so as to not offend you with my odor.”
    My tongue was hanging out further than Gregor’s, and I almost told him that the smell didn’t offend me at all. In fact, just the opposite.
    When he emerged from the shower ten minutes later, I had breakfast ready. It was a pleasant meal. Not only was the food delicious, but the company was too. He took his cold medication without complaint and even managed to say thank you for the meal.
    I popped a piece of crispy bacon in my mouth and questioned him, “So do you need to go to work today?”
    He shook his head and picked up his own piece of bacon using his fingers. “No. I’m no use to them with a cold.”
    “What do you mean? What do you do?”
    He grinned and told me, “I’m a Nez .”
    “A what?”
    “A Nez . Well, only some of the time. Nez comes from the French word for ‘nose.’ I work for a perfumery and I smell things all day. I have a great nose on me, so they tell me. I do quality control and a bit of reverse engineering by smelling perfumes all day and telling them what they’re made of.”
    “Oh. That sounds… complicated.”
    “Nah. It’s easy as pie for me. As they whip up their next batch of perfume, I just smell it and tell them if it’s the same as the smell they’re aiming for. Making perfume is really complicated and very scientific, but in the end it’s the smell that matters. No scientific machine can tell you if it smells the same. It can tell you that its chemical composition is identical, or if its viscosity is the same, but not the smell. So after everything else has been tested, then I come in and give them the final tick of approval on their product.”
    I was impressed. It sounded really swanky and upmarket, and I had visions of him surrounded by supermodels all day, modeling and trying on the perfumes. “How do you apply for a job like that? Do you have to be tested or something?”
    “I’m actually a chemist by trade. Most of my work is theoretical because of my blindness—I can’t do the practical bits—but then I fell into this smelling business in my early twenties. I was doing a course