Sam's footsteps rumbled down the stairs, and to my despair, he'd put on a white T-shirt.

I tried to empty my expression of all disappointment while I pointed at the new addition to his ensemble. "Were you cold?"

"Hot, actually."

Understatement of the decade.

He gave a secret smile, one I had no idea how to read, and gestured in the direction of the front door. "I didn't want to scare off the delivery guy."

"Or delivery girl. ...