I was in my skivvies again when Jupiter barged in. This time I’d just taken off the pants of my new tuxedo – I was in the men’s fitting room having them adjusted.
“You’ve got to call off Harry,” she demanded, seemingly unaffected by my state of undress, which wouldn’t be mutual had I walked in on her in a similar state.
It took me a moment to shake the reverie from my head. “What do you mean, call off Harry?”
“Xav, I know you sent Harry after Bob. I think he might hurt him.”
I glanced at Jeeves, the manager of the store, who was looking on with interest. “It’s nothing,” I assured him.
“Harry’s got personal issues with Bob. I didn’t ask him to hurt him.”
Jeeves let out a snort and I gave him a dirty look.
“Well, I’m worried about Bob.”
“Why? He tried to kill me.”
“No he didn’t! First of all, he didn’t know you’re intolerant to pepper and second, it was Harry who sprayed the manuscript.”
The manager crossed his arms and glared at me. They both waited for me to speak, but it was my best friend who noticed whatever my face did to give me away because her fists went to her sides and her cheeks went the colour of her hair – bright red. Steam might also have come from her ears, as she screeched, “YOU KNEW!”
“You knew it was Harry and yet you still let him go after Bob!”
“Jupiter, I…” I was going to say it was too late when I found out, but she cut me off again.
“Xavier you are such an asshole!” She turned to Jeeves. “He won’t be needing the tux. I’m not going anywhere with him!”
We both watched as she stomped out of the store. Jeeves turned to me and stared. His arms still crossed, supreme disappointment lined his brow.
“What?” I shrugged. “Give me the suit anyway. She’ll come around.”
He shook his head. I had to agree – this was going to be a tough one.