Our first chance in a week to be together, and I’d overslept. He eyed me with a raised eyebrow. Perhaps because I greeted him in ripped denim shorts and an old Family Guy shirt I’d slept in, my wavy hair shooting every which way. Or maybe because I couldn’t stop scratching a bloody mosquito bite on my thigh. “Are you ready?” he asked in what must have been his most tactful voice. I looked down at my attire. “No?” He laughed. “I will wait.” I quickly showered and dressed, then opted for a pair of dress shorts that minimized my butt and one of the few stylish tops I owned, a ruched camisole in red silk. A narrow headband kept my damp hair under control. No time for the hair dryer. I slipped on a pair of leather sandals and hurried down the stairs. Piran rose from a kitchen chair and looked me up and down appreciatively. “Stunning, but I must admit there was something sexy about that cartoon T-shirt.”
