He grins as we pull up, excited to show me what he looks like in an actual tux. He should be pleased with himself—he looks damn good. Even better than I expected. The smoke gray jacket is perfectly fitted, and his beard and hair look blacker than ever by contrast. His blue eyes have taken on a steel-colored cast under the gray autumn sky. He takes my arm, looking me up and down with obvious appreciation. “Goddamn, woman…just when I think you couldn’t impress me any more than you already have, you step out of that car and blow my fucking mind.” “You clean up pretty nicely yourself,” I smile.
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