Luke crossed the open floor to me, looking good in a simple button down and black pants. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, and I worried the seams on his arms would burst for a second. “Damn monkey suit. Thought for sure I had taken this out when Tatum tried packing it.” “You look great,” I said helpfully. “I look like an old man in a monkey suit,” he deadpanned, but his gray eyes sparkled. “But you, my dear, look incredible.” I blushed, ducking my head.
