Chapter 29

A cummerbund of deep forest green encircled his waist. The lapels of his dinner jacket were edged with satin, as were the cuffs. His untied bowtie hung from his neck. “These always give me a hard time. Ah. Success.” He smiled up at me and froze. He, in turn, studied my appearance. “Oh, my,” he breathed. “Oh, Robert!”

“What’s wrong? Have I something on my face?” I thought I’d got all the shaving cream off before I dressed.

Colour stood out on his cheekbones. “No.” He swallowed and walked past me toward the door. “No, you look fine. Better than fine.”