Andrew's mouth curved faintly. "Just remember, education works best when it's witnessed."
"I'm counting on it," Chris said.
Andrew checked his tablet, then straightened. "I'll let you finish getting ready. Dax should be back shortly."
"Lucky me," Chris replied dryly.
Andrew paused at the door. "For what it's worth, you handled this exactly right."
Chris inclined his head. "Coming from you, I'll take that."
The door closed behind Andrew, leaving the room quiet again.
Chris turned toward the wardrobe and, with a resigned sigh, reached for the suit laid out for him. 'Normal' was a generous term. It was tailored within an inch of its life, dark and understated in color, the kind of thing that cost more than his first apartment but pretended it didn't. He pulled it on carefully, adjusting the jacket, smoothing the line of the trousers, and then reached for the diamond collar resting on its velvet stand.
He fastened it last. The familiar weight settled at his throat.
