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

The wine was plucked from the backseat. They made their way up the driveway, Walden noticing how carefully Jay stepped, not blaming him in the least given the turn of events the night had already taken. If there was one thing he knew for certain about Jay, it was that he loved a good suit. Jay had an eye for what looked good on him. Then again, maybe Walden might be a touch biased since he suspected he would enjoy Jay in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt just as much as he loved seeing him all dressed up.


Love.As the word crossed his mind, his steps faltered and his stomach did that weird fluttery thing again.


Chapter 6