He smiles. “Of course not. I rented it from Falls’ Finest.” He flicks a cuff link, which Winnie notices is shaped like the Luminary moon. “The shoes, though, are all mine.” No surprise, Winnie thinks, peeking down at the motorcycle boots tucked under fitted tux pants. On anyone else, this ensemble would look ridiculous. On Jay … Well, Winnie suspects his adoring fans will be very happy, and against her will, she finds herself yet again scrutinizing his thigh muscles.
