“Do we have to dress up for this?” Zach asked from the closet. He still wore only his boxer briefs and a sleeveless T-shirt. “You know, like a suit?”
“No. Nice slacks and a shirt should be okay. Kind of like business casual.”
Zach nodded and pulled out a turquoise dress shirt that I happened to know went fantastic with his dark hair and eyes. He paired it with oyster-gray slacks.
For my part I went with brown pants and an ivory dress shirt, opened at the throat a bit, since without a tie I hated shirts buttoned to the collar.
Zach leaned against the wall next to the bathroom after he finished dressing. “Are we expecting drama?”
“Maybe.” I buttoned the cuffs of my shirt. “Raine told me something today at breakfast.”
“Oh?” He arched a brow.
“Not sure I’m supposed to tell anyone.”
“So you’re going to drop that right there and not tell me what it is?” Zach mock pouted. “We tell each other everything.”