Kyle glanced at the iron drum belching thick black smoke and frowned. “If it’s garbage, just throw it away.”
Candice replied calmly, “Burning it is cleaner.”
Kyle’s brows furrowed.
The two stood silently in the courtyard as the last glimmer of light on the horizon was swallowed by darkness.
Friday morning, the dealership called—her car was ready.
Candice went to pick it up. As she was about to call Jim, she remembered the suit.
She had promised to get it cleaned and send it back...
After a moment’s thought, she dialed his number. She informed him that the car was fixed and sent him the repair report and invoice. At the end of the message, she added:
“Hope you don't mind me asking—what’s your young master’s height, weight, and measurements?”
She was so specific because suits come i
