CHAPTER 4
Early the next evening, Jarmen’s expression was mutinous as he studied the heinous blue sequined jacket that Luc was holding up. It had blue rhinestones down the front of it that shimmered in the light. Wherever Luc had found the jacket, he could return it.
“I am not wearing that,” Jarmen said, his jaw hurting from clenching it.
“What is wrong with it, eh? All women love shiny things,” Luc argued.
“Let him wear his boring brown jacket, Luc. Jane doesn’t want flashy,” Jon Paul grunted with a dismissive hand.
Jarmen tilted his head. “How do you know that Jane doesn’t want flashy? Luc said all women like flashy.”
Jon Paul shrugged. “If you want to be plain Jarmen, then you will be plain, boring Jarmen. I’m sure that Jane will see you for who you are and love you anyway,” he sa
