Chapter 7

“So you organized the charity for Leo?” Jared asked without taking a sip from his coffee. “Does that mean you can tell me who had the T-shirt idea?”

“That was mine, actually. Well, mine and Leo’s. We thought it would represent solidarity if everyone was dressed the same. You know. Everybody united to fight this.”

“Do me a favor then, would you?” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Next time, call me and let me help pick it all out. The colors, the clothes, that kind of thing. Because honestly, the only one who looked good at that dinner was you. The rest of us looked like we should be hauling gear for a Radiohead concert.”

He could get addicted to the way Jared always made him laugh. “I’ll remember that. Though hopefully, I won’t be doing it again any time soon. Even with all the notes and arrangements Leo made, I still felt like my head was going to explode, all the way until people started arriving.”