Drayco strode into the Victorian house with the familiar blue siding, white gingerbread trim, and Historical Society sign, and made his way back to the reading room. A man in a Hawaiian camp shirt sitting at a table waved in his direction. Drayco examined the table, peering underneath it.
“Looking for something?” Reece Wable asked.
“Leis. With that shirt, I figured they must be around here somewhere.”
Reece scowled. “I’m told I dress on the stuffy side. So I bought this, the loudest one in the store. Figured it would make my fashion critics long for my good ole swallowtail coat. Instead, everyone loves it.”
“Everyone, Reece? Sounds like you have someone specific in mind.”
“If you must know, Lucy Harston was the main culprit.”
“Since when did you start dressing to impress the widow Ha
