“By the way, here you go.” He sets his drink down. Slipping his hand into his jacket, he pulls out my black bottoms from my costume. “Uh … Thanks?” I grab them and stuff them into my purse, my face reddening. Henry leans over me. “You mean you’ve been walking around with those in your pocket all afternoon?” Merrick grins. “I’m impressed with the laundry service here.” Henry shakes his head. “Prick.” They’re both so at ease with each other. It’s a relief to see after what happened last night.
