What the heck did you wear to have dinner with a guy you didn’t know, weren’t dating, didn’t want to date, but liked? Mitch looked through his wardrobe at his meagre clothing resources. He needed to do laundry—he should have taken a load with him to the laundromat when John went into town. And what the hell had prompted him to crash that little party? It was dumb to try and get between John and the Admiral. There was nothing between them, and even if there were, it was none of Mitch’s business.
Sighing, Mitch took the solid blue silk shirt Morwenna had given him for Christmas off its hanger and held it up to his chest. She’d said the colour matched the azure shade of his eyes. He’d thanked her for the gift but privately wondered when he’d get to wear something so fancy. He never went out
