Bartholomew Jay Westwood, or simply Jay, is a suit fanatic. They're easily his one indulgence. He owns one in every color, which makes it nearly impossible to pick one for an upcoming holiday party. The only one that seems suitable is white, and he originally bought it for a Halloween costume three years ago. But he can't quite bring himself to wear it and settles for another number from his vast collection.<br><br>Unfortunately, tragedy strikes after he stops to pick up a last-minute gift. But the incident takes place outside his favorite suit shop, The Well-Dressed Man, and waiting inside is none other than expert tailor Walden Conway. He might have just the thing Jay needs, and it may be more than a suit.

The Tailor

Walden kept his hands clasped tightly in his lap for fear they would betray him, nervous excitement pumping through his body. Even now, he could remember the first day he had seen Jay walk into the shop. Jay had been in light-gray slacks, the sleeves of his peach dress shirt rolled up neatly to the elbows, a sparkle appearing in his eyes every single time he smiled. Oh, and his laugh—nobody knew just how much it made Walden weak in the knees, even earlier in the evening when for a brief moment he’d feared Jay was laughing at him. The effect was definitely unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, not that he was complaining.


Still, dating a man—surely what they were about to do was a date—sent his stomach into a fit of cartwheels.


Chapter 5