Chapter 7

“Yeah, I told you that three days ago.”

“You also told me you weren’t ready to date,” Micah pointed out. “Not that one.”

Linus had held up a light blue shirt in front of him while he looked in the mirror on the door. “Why not? It matches my eyes.”

“Exactly. Too matchy matchy. Pick something else.”

“Fine,” Linus agreed and hung it back up. “I don’t know why I even care. I don’t look good in anything.”

“Stop being petulant. You do so. Wear that brown one. Yeah, that. You’ll be fine.”

Linus yanked his T-shirt off his head and tossed it into a nearby hamper. He pulled the brown button-down shirt over his head without undoing most of the buttons. He nodded. “Yeah, it’s not bad.”

“Told you. And anyway, I thought you were out for a serious relationship.”

“Hmm. What do you mean?”

“Well, you don’t sleep around.”

Linus nodded. “Not usually. And who says I am this time?”