The ride from the quartermasters to the office felt rather strange to Balgair as he was the recipient of desirous looks by Delilah. “You act like you’ve never seen a man in uniform before.” He casually commented.
Drawn from her reverie by his statement, her eyes widened in surprise. “That’s not true.” She breathed, and then a slow smile crossed her lips. “Have you always looked that good in uniform?”
Balgair brushed his fingers down the navy blue sleeves, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles. “Do you think the deputies will look as good in uniform?” He reached up and adjusted the brim of his short-brimmed hat.
The scribe took a deep, appreciative breath as she watched his hand dance over the hat’s brim with a casual grace. “If the uniforms fit them like yours, they’ll look great.” She flicked her tongue across her lips.
“In that case, maybe I should design a uniform for the support staff,” he casually stated, almost hypnotically. “Maybe light blue blouses with short sleeves, a …
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