“Why would I mind? Unless you’re planning to bring along an elephant or something. One boot? How do you forget one boot?”
“It’s possible, trust me. I’m only organized when I have spreadsheets and tour schedules. I could probably summon you an elephant. A miniature one. African or Asian?”
“When you’re looking out for us, you mean. I don’t think pachyderms’re designed for penthouses, don’t bother, I don’t think it’d be comfortable on that guest bed anyway.” As Justin got up—running a hand through hair, poised to duck out and return with clothing and accessories—he added, “And it’s not selfish, either. I meant to say so.”
“What—oh.” Justin stopped, hand lifted, lips slightly parted. He was still wearing Kris’s pajama pants and shirt; he’d not commented on the disappearance of what he’d arr
