Sutton stared at the garment bag Luca had laid across the bed for her. When she unzipped it, she found not just one outfit but several: a navy wrap dress, black tailored pants with a stretchy panel for her belly. A few silk blouses in various colors, and even a soft cashmere cardigan.
“How did you...” she began, picking up one of the blouses. It was exactly her size.
Luca leaned against the bedroom doorframe, watching her. “I may have called in a favor with a stylist. Told them your measurements from what I remembered.”
Sutton raised an eyebrow. “You remembered my measurements?”
“I remember everything about you.” His voice dropped slightly. “The way your body curves, how tall you are — it’s all burned into my memory.”
She turned away, trying to hide the flush creeping up her neck. He
