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along his broad shoulders, then turned him to face the three-way mirror that gave him a better, overall view of his new appearance. “But the real question is, what do
you
think?” She bit her bottom lip expectantly.
    Shane glanced at his reflection and was instantly pleased with the new, sophisticated image he saw staring back at him. The long sleeved, burgundy suede dress shirt and black double pleated slacks Alyssa had picked out for him was something he never would have chosen for himself, but he had to admit it made him look hip and much more sophisticated than his jeans and shirts ever had. She’d also accessorized him with a thin, leather belt with a small silver buckle and a comfortable, and very expensive pair of Italian loafers that looked and felt fantastic on his feet.
    He met her waiting gaze in the mirror and gave a nod of approval. “I like the entire package. A whole lot.”
    “Good.” She came around to stand in front of him and straightened the black tie with a swirling burgundy pattern on it, her fingers absently grazing his chest as she smoothed the strips of silk down along his torso. “This outfit will be perfect for the New Year’s Eve party.”
    Shane liked having her fuss over him. He liked her hands on him even better. “You think so?”
    Taking a step back, she eyed him critically one more time, then smiled. “Absolutely. You can also wear the shirt open at the collar and without a tie if you want to go for a more casual look instead, so you have a few options.”
    He propped his hands on his hips and slanted her a curious glance. “Would an outfit like this on a guy turn
your
head?”
    Her gaze traveled from his chest, all the way down to his shoes, and up again. “Yeah, I’d definitely give you a second glance,” she admitted with a playful grin. “You look hot.”
    And that’s all Shane needed to hear to make his decision—because ultimately it was having
her
eyes on him that mattered the most. “In that case, I’ll take everything I’m wearing.”
    She laughed and quickly stepped away from him. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed how she was trying to keep things between them low key after that intimate moment in her living room that morning, and he let her have her way because he didn’t want her to feel threatened by all the new feelings developing between them.
    “That’s only one outfit,” she said as she skimmed through the other clothes she’d selected for him, which were hanging on a wire rack against the wall. “You need a few more coordinating pants and shirts for other things, like an evening out with friends, or when you go out on a date with . . . well, with the woman you’re interested in.”
    She stumbled over that last part, but quickly recovered, which he was glad to see. Pulling a tan shirt with an abstract design on it from the rack, she turned and showed it to him. “What do you think of this one?”
    Again, it was a far departure from what he would have picked on his own, but he liked the colors and style. “I can’t say until I try it on. Do you have a pair of pants to go with the shirt?”
    “Hey, I’m impressed,” she teased as she selected a pair of tan, casual looking khaki’s to go with the short sleeved shirt. “You’re catching on to the whole concept of coordinating your clothing. Who would have thought you’d even want to do such a thing?”
    “Yeah, imagine that,” he said dryly. “Are you going to let me buy at least one pair of jeans today, just so I don’t feel totally out of my element?”
    “Sure.” She paused thoughtfully, then grinned. “Just so long as there are no rips or tears, or faded patches and spots. I think a pair of Diesel jeans in a dark blue indigo could work for either casual or semi-casual occasions, if paired with the right kind of shirt.”
    “Diesel jeans?” He’d never heard of the brand, but they sounded expensive. “Why do I get the feeling that’s the only compromise you’re going to