Jason fiddled with the buttons on the jacket, not understanding how this suit was any different than the previous three he’d put on. He was beginning to think Lexie and the three—yes, three—saleswomen waiting outside the dressing room were simply enjoying the fashion show.
Sure enough, when he opened the door and exited the fitting area, he found all four women sitting on the chairs there. If they had popcorn, it would be a real show.
“Turn,” Lexie commanded, and Jason glared at her before complying. Women must not know how keen a man’s hearing was, because he could plainly make out, “Yeah, that’s nice across the shoulders,” and “Too bad he’s wearing that jacket at all.”
Jason looked over his shoulder and said, “I can hear you.”
Two of the saleswomen jumped up, and one waggled her fing
