“I’ll wear them next weekend.”
“Excellent idea.” I didn’t have to tease him into it, and the knowledge that the jodhpurs would be hanging in his closet gave me a great deal of pleasure. “But….”
“But what?”
“We’ll be spending next weekend at my town house.”
“Hold on a second,” he said to the sales associate. He turned around and went back to the racks of jodhpurs.
“Mark?”
“I’ll need a pair to leave at your place.”
I liked the idea of his clothes hanging beside mine in my closet.
He found another pair in dark brown and returned to the front of the shop. “Add these on, okay?”
“Of course, sir.”
“We don’t really need to do any grocery shopping,” he said as he put the box into the trunk. “You know I’m taking you out for supper.”
“Yes, but there’s breakfast to consider, as well as meals for the rest of the week. And you’re running a little short of toilet paper.”
He gave a huff of laughter. “We can’t have that, can we? How does Trader Joe’s—”