Chapter 121

“No. I had to get up anyway. And no, I have no intention of telling you why.” He brushed the lock of hair out of his eyes, then saw what had captured my gaze. “Do you like the way the pajamas look? You have good taste, Mark.” He stroked his palm over the sleeve. “Nice feel. Nice fit too. How’d you guess my size? Or did you go rummaging in my drawers?”

“What do you think, Mann?” I really liked the idea of having my hands in his drawers, but I hadn’t even gone into his dresser. That bitch of a saleswoman at Beau Brummel’s had suggested the correct size. And he’d worn them the night before? Wasn’t that just dandy? I hadn’t known and had been too wiped out to do anything about it if I had.