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“What’s going on?” Mykie asked.
“It’s none of your concern,” Renly snapped, giving her the cold shoulder.
“It is partly my concern,” she said. She slid her hand up until she was gripping Caspar’s wrist lightly, holding him back as he started to step toward Renly. “Now what’s the problem? Do you have an appointment set up for sure?”
“Yes. I’ve gotten my suits from here before they changed locations, but the new owner obviously hired people that don’t know what they’re doing,” Renly huffed.
“Is the new owner here?” Corbus asked. “Maybe we should talk to him and get this sorted out.”
“That’s highly embarrassing, to ask for management, especially when it’s clearly the employees’ fault,” Renly stated pointedly.
The sales associate did something close to a snort. “If everyone that asked to see the owner saw him—“
“Alec, this isn’t necessary,” a man in his young thirties strolled into the front area. He had a reddish-brown tint to his hair, and he certainly had a lot of it. His beard was neatly trimmed, making him look almost like a lumberjack stuffed neatly into a suit.
“Miss Vesper,” he nodded his head in her direction.
“Liam. I didn’t connect the shop with the name. How’s your mother doing?” Mykie asked, crossing her arms in front of her.
“She’s still asking for no guests. She doesn’t want anyone to see her deteriorating, even her family,” Liam explained.
Mykie nodded in sympathy.
“You just know everyone in town, don’t you?” Caspar joked.
“Of course, she does,” Renly muttered just loud enough for Mykie to hear.
"It's to be expected, considering the places you've messed around in," Liam smirked.
Liam knew her as just Mykie, just a member of the Cantil. Adopted daughter of Chance, if he had gone so far as to look her up like Renly. Forgettable, really, if Liam didn’t take special interest in knowing her name.
"Eh," Mykie chuckled, placing her hands on either side of her hips. "Don't knock it until you've tried it. We weren't all born with a silver spoon in our mouths."
Mykie and Jezebeth simultaneously glanced in Renly's direction.
Blaine coughed. "Can we hurry this up? I've got places to be."
"Friends of yours?" Liam asked, ignoring the irritated man. "Or are you picking something up for someone else?"
"Sort of. Think you can help them out? I believe they're here for their appointment to get some suits," Mykie said.
Liam nodded and faced the boys. "Which one of you set up the appointment?"
Renly stepped forward and held out his hand. "I did. I'm Renly Harper."
Liam went over behind the register desk and bent over to check the tablet that must have housed their appointment book. “I’m really sorry, but Alec is correct. You didn’t have an appointment in our system. However, we can make an exception today. Any friends of Mykie are friends of ours.”
Liam looked up just in time to catch Mykie’s eye, making her shiver. Not in a good way, either. She had a feeling that she would need to stay at a safe distance from the other man.
“Thank you, Liam. I appreciate that,” Mykie said carefully with a polite smile.
Liam’s eyes lit up with her attention on him, but his expression changed as he looked at Renly, now frowning with sympathetic eyes. "I'm sorry to hear about the loss in the family. I heard talk about foul play and murder. Is there going to be an investigation?"
Renly shook his head. "We tried to speak to the police, but they don't seem like they'll be much help. They didn't want to hear about our theories."
Liam shrugged, coming back around the desk to come stand by the male trio. “Sounds about right. Hopefully, they get on it and catch whoever did it.”
He clapped Renly on the shoulder. “Let’s get your suits, though. Do you have them all ordered, or do you need to get a fitting as well?”
