As Paris stood there looking at Grant, he noticed that he looked completely comfortable in his clothes. He didn’t look “dressed up” like so many people did when they went out. Normally, they fidgeted and pulled at their clothes, ill at ease until they could get them off. But Grant looked so comfortable, he could have been born in those clothes. His clothes were a rich-looking, thick material. Not a frayed cuff or so much as a wrinkle anywhere. He could see him surrounded by fine leather, smelling of some rich man’s cologne that Paris knew he’d never be able to afford. He used to think all rich people were suckers, but not Grant. Grant was savvy. Not dumb at all. Even though he was still young, he had a rich man’s air about him. Now, in the darkness, with him dressed like a man with money t
