Rick looked up from where he knelt in front of the stool Hayden stood on and groused, “If you don’t stand still, I’ll end up sticking this pin in your balls and not the material.”
Hayden grimaced and glanced down. “Sorry. I’ve screwed this up. I said yes to Friday, and then I get put on the schedule to work. And I can’t keep meeting him places and putting him off. I told Neal you crash with me sometimes and that’s why I didn’t have him come to my apartment. If he sends some driver to get me, I’m still screwed because the driver will have my address and—” The pin pierced Hayden’s pant leg and grazed his shin. “Ow. Hey.”
“Shut up,” Rick said. “Listen to me. And stand still!”
Hayden nodded. He was grateful that part of what Rick did was tailoring. He’d donated one of his design project tux
