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

Poppy let out a dreamy sigh leaning into his side. “Yeah. Count me among the many fools that have fallen in love.”


“The kind of love you’ve found. I want to be that happy, to feel so full of happiness and all that other good stuff that I feel I might burst at any moment. I want to wake up every morning with someone at my side and go to bed every night knowing I’ve been wanted, desired, that I put a smile on my man’s face and made him feel all the same amazing things. I want to grow old with someone. I want to take his hand and see where the journey of life takes us, navigating all the ups and downs with him at my side, supporting each other. Most of all, I want the great love everyone dreams of.”


She planted a delicate kiss on his cheek. “Words from such a beautiful soul more deserving of love than all the rest of us schmucks. You’ll find him, Jay, and he’s going to be the luckiest guy in the world.”


Chapter 8