Cade holds a black tie in his hand, a sheepish look on his face. “Pippa told me I had to wear a tie to this thing but I keep fucking it up and I can’t find her to help me. I didn’t want to have to ask you, but you’re my only option.” I swallow and ignore his jab. “I’ll help.” “You will?” “Always,” I whisper, taking a step away from the mirror. The two of us meet in the middle, stopping in front of the four-poster bed of the guest room.
