“Can I just tell you to—go clean out the house or is that not specific enough?”
“Regretfully not.”
“Great. Can we start with help me lug all the stacks of Reader’s Digests and Good Housekeeping magazines in this room down to the recycling bin?” Dale asked.
“Yes.”
“And is there any chance you could put on some regular clothes? The whole half-naked with harem pants thing is…distracting.”
The look Riadh gave him was one of those top to bottom assessments. Dale couldn’t tell if Riadh found him lacking. With a wave of a hand, Riadh changed his clothing to jeans and gray T-shirt. He was still barefoot. “Is this suitable?”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
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