Chapter 5

Wills never fussed with himself. He showered, shaved, brushed his teeth and combed his hair, but never made a big thing of getting ready.

This time he ran over the time limit he’d set for himself, and I wondered what was taking him so long.

“Um…Theo,” he called from the bedroom. “I’m…uh…I’m not sure about this…”

“Come on out and let me see what you look like. If worse comes to worse, you can wear one of your suits and a pair of shades and go as a Secret Service man.”

He gave a choke of laughter. “I don’t think so.” The Lone Ranger walked out of our bedroom. “I’m sorry, babe. I thought this was a good idea when I picked out the costume, but I didn’t realize these pants would be so…so tight.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his body. Dressed in pale blue except for the black boots and black mask, he made the perfect foil for my Zorro.