Chapter 4
“All right, so show me what you’re thinking of wearing,” Lucas said, lounging against the headboard of Elijah’s double bed. Lucas’s long legs barely fit across the bed.
Elijah bit his lip and dug into his closet. He pulled out white linen slacks, a light blue T-shirt, and a white linen jacket. “How’s this?”
Lucas nodded. “Sure, that’s great.”
Elijah grinned. It had been easier than he thought.
“If you’re Don Johnson in Miami Vice.”
His pleasure faded. “What?”
Raising an eyebrow, Lucas shrugged. “I feel like Clinton on What Not to Wear.”
“Yeah, well I’m not getting in front of the three-sixty mirror so forget it.”
His brother chuckled. “Dump that, Eej. Next.”
He pulled out a long-sleeved red shirt trimmed with a white collar. “How about—”
“No way. You’d look like Gillig
