Bree stepped back and put her hands on her hips. “Well, the imbecilic suit looks quite exquisite on you. That is for certain.”
Skylar frowned.
“It was a compliment. You can say thanks,” Bree said, then paused.
Her eyes widened.
She turned to Skylar for the first time with a confused stare. She analyzed his face. Though unkempt with a low-pitched voice, the face was narrow, lips fuller; If it weren’t for buttoning up the shirt, Bree wouldn’t have noticed the lack of Adam’s Apple.
“Skylar.”
“Yes?”
“Are you a woman?” Bree asked. Her arms folded.
