August
“Please, Doren, please come down with me.” He was begging, and he damn well knew it, but that was just too bad. Doren had been strangely quiet all day. He needed to get Doren out and about, get a smile back on that face. Besides, he really did have the worst taste in clothes. “I promise that I’ll call down first so they can clear everyone out if you want.”
Doren walked out of the bathroom, sashayed past him in jeans and a bright red T-shirt that made his chest look sinfully sweet, and flung himself on the bed. “I can think of a better way to pass the time if you need suggestions.”
August slumped into a chair. “I don’t need suggestions; I need a suit.”
Doren sat up on his knees, a sexy grin growing on his face, and teasingly lifted his shirt. “Are you sure?”
“No, when you put it
