Chapter 15
Scooter gave it about ten more minutes before Andy was going to come back into the bedroom to chide him that they were going to be late and that he looked fine, and what the hell was he worried about anyway?
With Roni on video chat to provide her expert opinion, he’d managed, after peeling off and tugging on at least five of his nicest pairs of jeans—no slacks, that’d be trying too hard—to select a nice, low-key, and not too tight pair of jeans. Somewhere in the last few years he’d gotten used to changing in front of Roni, which was good, since it meant this was going a lot faster than it would have otherwise.
“So,” he held up one set of tops, a V-necked pewter stretch-cotton T with a black sport jacket and he had matching gray suede shoes, “or this one?” White button down, a
