Ren’s choice in that moment was between hiding in his empty wardrobe or greeting a stranger in his altogether. The bloody wardrobe was too bloody small. Ren turned the scarred side of his face away as Callie opened his door. Into his bedchamber walked a dapper little man carrying a very large box. He smiled happily at Ren. “Oh, wonderful!” Callie stood next to Mr. Button and regarded Ren with satisfaction. “I told you he was delicious underneath.” “An understatement.” Mr. Button patted her on the arm. “Scoot now, dear. Mr. Porter and I have much to do.” Callie waved gaily at Ren and then deserted him. Ren kept his gaze averted while Button deposited his burden on the trunk at the end of the bed. “I—” “Turn, please. I must get a good look at you.” Ren gave up. The man didn’t seem likely to run screaming, at least. He turned, still looking away. “Hmm. You are thinner than your clothing suggested. I shall have to take a quick tuck in the surcoat, I think.”
