Dean couldn't keep the stupid look off of his face as she walked back into the room. He was just finishing the buttons on the white shirt, as she walked in. Had it been since Mary Ellen's wedding since he'd seen her in a dress? His tongue traced over his lower lip as he looked her over.
"It's very... lacy." And that wasn't a bad thing at all. He tucked the tails of the shirt into his pants. Making sure it was slick and smooth over his stomach. Going by the picture he'd pulled up on his phone, that had been the style. High and tight. The damned tie was going to choke him, but it wasn't on yet.
Dean didn't fight the wickedness of his grin. "So, underneath period accurate?"