“Really?” she said too loud. “I mean…six o’clock. Wear whatever you want.” Nox snorted. “Okay, I’ll probably be wearing this for the third day in a row.” She didn’t look nearly disturbed enough so he threw in, “And also cut-off short shorts. I’m not shaving my legs either. You’re welcome.” “Great. Great, that’s great. I’ll wear something to match you.”
