An Almost Moon
Kodi
Kean:Brooker says I need a tux for this auction
Me:Yes, I have a list of options for you
Kean:Shouldn’t I go get fitted?
Me:No, I’ve got all your measurements
Kean:But it’s a big investment
Me:Not really, you don’t need to * buy * one, a rental will do
Kean:I’d like to buy one
Me:Okay, I’ll send you some links to choose from
Kean:I want to pick in person
Kean:And I’d like you to come too
Kean:Please?
Me:Okay?
Seated on the couch outside the fitting room with Taylor and Brooker, I was braced for … something. I don’t know what it was, but this whole tux shopping trip was weird.
For one, it was wild that Kean wanted tobuya suit. When would he ever wear it again? This dude was too introverted to make this purchase worthwhile. It was going to sit in his closet and collect dust the second it got back from the cleaners.
And two, the whole entourage thing was alsonotKean. I couldmaybeunderstand why he wanted me here. Having a woman’s opinion on clothes was a typical dude thing. ButBrookerbeing here was wild. As far as I could tell, Brooker annoyed the hell out of Kean on a good day. So why was he invited?
“Kodi, can you tell Kean he should buy something with some color?” Brooker said, holding up a forest-green suit jacket.
“I’m not —” Kean started before Brooker cleared his throat and my boss changed his tune, looking towards me. “Do you think it’d look good?”
“Me?” When Kean nodded, I went over to take the jacket from Brooker and held it up to Kean’s chest. The color was nice against his tanned skin, but it kinda clashed with the shade of his eyes. They were such a bright, fresh green. If he wanted to do a color, he’d be better off going with something complementary rather than matching.
But that was probably thinking about it too much.
“No. If you’re investing in a tux, you should get classic black.”
“Boo,” Brooker shouted. He stomped over to the seats and crashed down beside Taylor.
“Patience, dude,” the other man whispered.
Wrinkling my nose, I put the green jacket back on the rack and grabbed a classic black one with a velvet collar. Classic with a touch of modern. I went around the store and grabbed matching pieces and suspenders and a bow tie for … well, me. Fuck if he wanted me to pick something out, I might as well get some good material for the spank bank.
“Here.” I shoved the clothes into Kean’s arms. “See if you like these.”
Kean opened his mouth, then shut it just as quickly. I tilted my head, curious if he’d say whatever it was he wanted, but was distracted by some fast motion happening in the corner of my vision. I turned to see Brooker and Taylor looking away, hands behind their backs.
“Is this your favorite?” Kean asked after clearing his throat.
“Oh, um …” I looked away from the suspicious troublemakers and back to Kean. “Yeah.”
Again there was a blur of motion behind me and I gritted my teeth to not snap my head to look at them.
