CHAPTER 12
HECTOR
Hector hated surprises. He stared at Tommie standing in the doorway, holding a big bag. It had an Italian name on it. He had a feeling what was in it and dread filled his stomach.
“What’s that?”
Tommie moved past him and put the garment bag on the bed. Jazzy had readied a guest room for him.
“Your tux, of course.”
“No rented tux is going to fit me.” He pointed at the black jeans and dress jacket on the bed. “I was just going to wear that. You tried, but oh well, too bad.”
Tommie’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I can see you’re really heartbroken. I got your measurements from Jess and placed a last-minute order. Paid five times the price to have it done within a day, but it will fit.”
Hector sighed. Up until a minute ago, he didn’t own dress pants. He had hoped to get away
