Epilogue
“The bandage won’t show. The shirt collar completely covers it.” Rémy adjusted Ian’s tie. “There was a time not too long ago that Armand needed to show me how to dress.” Rémy told him as Ian put his finger under the collar of the shirt.
“I feel like I’m wasting your money. I’m comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt,” Ian whined adjusting his collar again.
“Does it hurt? Is it hitting your wound?” Rémy asked, concerned that Ian might be in pain.
“No, it pulls a little and isn’t as comfortable as the new pajamas and robe Marie Claire and Luc bought me, but it’s really nothing. I just object to the waste.” Ian put his hands in his pants pockets.
“Don’t do that. You’re going to ruin the line of the suit.” Ian made a face. “There is no shame in dressing well, baby. You’re not flauntin
