"You like?" she asked, pointing to her toes.
"My favorite color." He raised his glass in a mock toast.
Sarah removed the towel from her hair and shook out her locks. Even wet, her hair cascaded in a full mane that framed her face beautifully. She eyed the garment bags. "What's that?"
"Suits."
"Suits? Off the rack?" She unzipped the Valentino.
"Yep."
Holding up the suit, she yelled, "Jackson, you will never wear this!"
"I know. I thought we could try to bribe Skippy with them."
She threw the suit back on the bar, and glared at him. "You're such an ass!" The thought did cross her mind that, although the suits were sub par for Jackson, they were much nicer than any Connor owned. Maybe if they worked things out, she would take Jackson up on his offer. He stood a full head taller than Connor, but they probably were close in size across the chest. Antonio could work his magic and tailor them perfectly. Damn him. Only Jackson could turn a kindness into an insult.
"I assume you influenced some sweet thing after making her commission quota for the month."
"Nope."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I did not influence anyone."
"So, you gave up on feeding and bought three suits you don't want?"
"Nope."
She crossed her arms. "Can we please stop playing twenty questions and just tell me what you've been doing for the last two and a half hours?"
Jackson leaned back a little and clasped his hands behind his head. "Well if you must know, I picked up an attractive, slightly long in the tooth socialite, shopped for suits with her, brought her to the Roseville and yada, yada, yada. Here I am, well fed and smug as hell."
"No way!"
"Yes way, call me Maestro."
Sarah sat on the sofa, facing him, hugging her knees, careful not to smudge her toes. She smacked him in the arm. "I want every detail." She was like a sorority girl ready to dish with her friends. Jackson began to recount the whole story and with all the "Oh my Gods!" and "You're kiddings!" She seemed to be actually enjoying herself. The bonus of his day helping her out of her funk turned out to be an unexpected surprise. When he finished his tale, she shook her head. "Unfriggin' believable."
He raised an eyebrow and crooned, "Who's the man…? So, you ready for that chess match?"
"I don't really feel like chess tonight."
"Okay, want me to grill up some steaks?"
"No, I don't feel like eating either."
Jackson let out an exasperated sigh. "Why don't you tell me what you would like to do?"