Preston stood in front of Jason with his arms crossed and a frown of disapproval. “I’m trying,” Jason said through clenched teeth while Preston’s house-call-making tailor got up close and personal with Jason’s package. Clearing his throat to get Preston’s attention, Jason glanced pointedly at the tailor kneeling in front of him and measuring his inseam. Preston showed no sympathy. “Well, what do you expect when you wait until the last possible minute? Paulo doesn’t have time for finesse. Now quit being a pussy.” Paulo looked up, visibly annoyed with Jason. “You too short and too big at the same time,” he said in a thick Italian accent. “This not gonna be easy.” To alter one of Preston’s many expensive suits for Jason, Paulo would need to hem the pants and let out the shoulders quite a bit. Jason grimaced apologetically at the old man. “Sorry, Paulo.” He couldn’t believe he’d waited until the day of the wedding to work this out. It’s not like he hadn’t been thinking about it.
