The t-shirt falls over my body, and she gives me a forced closed-lip smile. She brushes my shoulder, as though there’s something there, and then quickly turns away. Almost like she can’t get away from me fast enough. And who could blame her? I’m sure dressing a grown-ass man wasn’t what she imagined for herself when she went through law school. “Thank you, Summer.” My voice comes out gravelly in my dry throat.
