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“Off of 5, at Midway and Rosecrans. By Sea World.”

It would be on my way to her house. “They’ve got shit that’ll fit me?”

She nodded. “Oh yeah. They carry everything from Ralph Lauren to--”

I took off toward the door in a dead run. “Appreciate ya,” I shouted over my shoulder.

Splitting lanes, I shot south on 5 at over 100 miles an hour. If anyone changed lanes or decided to open their door, I’d be splattered all over the highway. I grinned at the thought of how Tegan and I met, and couldn’t help but laugh to myself at how angry I was at first.

With twenty minutes left, I pulled into the empty parking lot.

A lanky saleswoman who resembled a Victoria’s Secret runway model met me at the door.

She looked at me and grinned. Her eyes fell to my boots, and then slowly rose the length of my frame. “Hi welcome to Casual--”

“Got an emergency,” I said. “I have to be somewhere in twenty minutes, and I need ten to get there. Need a pair of jeans.”

“And a shirt?”

I shrugged. “Sure.”

“You won’t be wearing the…” she wagged her finger at my kutte.

“Yeah, I will.”

She looked disgusted. “Why?”

I wasn’t in the mood to explain the MC’s rules to the judgmental cunt, nor was it any of her fucking business. “Thirty-eight-inch inseam, thirty-four-inch waist. What are my options?”

She grinned a mischievous grin. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

She studied me for a few seconds, and then appeared to have an epiphany. “Oh my God. You’re the guy. You were on that reality show. The one with the guys and girls that all lived together and--”

“Yep. That was me.” I wasn’t in the mood. “Look. I’m in a hurry.”

She looked disappointed. “You said thirty-eight. You look like a forty.”

I sighed. “Fine. Whatever.”

“Let me measure you.”

“Just get me a few options in thirty-four, forty.”

She turned away and promptly returned with a fabric measuring tape. She stepped to the side of the aisle and motioned for me to come to her.

Wedged between two SALE displays with the tape dangling from her fingertips, she rested her elbow at her side and cocked her hip. “Relax your stance.”

“I’m relaxed.”

She nodded toward my feet. “Feet closer together. Arms at your sides, please.”

“I just need--”