“I’msurprised to see you in such casual wear.” Bryan smoothed his hands over my shoulders and tugged lightly at the short sleeves. “You look good. In fact, this makes you look no older than twenty-five.”
“Excellent. I wouldn’t want Mark to trade me in on a younger model.”
Bryan closed a hand on my arm before I could return to the fitting room. “Would he do that to you?” He appeared genuinely concerned.
“No, he wouldn’t. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been flippant.” I met Bryan’s gaze. “He would never leave me.”
“You’re that certain? You’re not just thinking that because you believe he’s your one?”
“I am, and I’m not. He’s an extremely loyal man.”
He nodded. “All right. Get changed. Once you’ve paid for these, we’ll go next door and select a few pairs of jogging shoes.”
“A few pairs?”
“You’re going to need them in various colors to match your shirts or trousers. And we’d better hurry, or your uncle will think we’ve been abducted.”