“Do you have the list?” Thom asked, fretting with the scarf around his neck for the eighteenth time. “Because we totally need the list.”
Justin stopped looking for his keys long enough to turn to Thom, tug the scarf into place, then rest his hand on Thom’s shoulder. “We don’t need the list, but yes, I have the list. Just like you don’t need this scarf. It’s only October, Thom. What are you going to do when it’s actually cold out?”
Thom blew air through his lips and peered into the mirror above the entranceway table. The scarf looked perfect. “Well, I know what I’m not going to do when it’s any colder than this,” he said, adjusting it a quarter of an inch anyway. “I’m not going to walk around the market, that’s for damn sure. Are you sure Dog will be warm enough? I got a jacket for him, a
