He chuckled, of course, at the idea of folding the shirt down to fit into a Cracker Jack envelope. It was a ridiculous notion.

Then the import of her words struck him. There was really no way to avoid what she was really trying to tell him.

"Yes, you would have to stay here." His gaze shifted to the wine bottle and glasses.

"Fred...I--?" Oh, for heaven's sake, this was getting ridiculous. He knew what she was trying to convey to him. And was there any reason to object, considering his own feelings on the matter. Was it just pride, ego and insecurity standing in his way?

He moved to pour them both a glass.