“I will,” Malcolm said, shrugging out of his coat, “because I’m only taking it if you don’t think it makes me look completely ridiculous. I’m telling you, no men lived in this town that had my build and were even half an inch less than six feet.”

He pulled the sweater on over the relatively thin long-sleeved shirt he was wearing. The extra room in the chest let it stretch to accommodate his shoulders, overall it fit just snugly enough to layer easily under his coat without being uncomfortable under the arms. And it didn’t hang over his hands.

He turned around with a flourish.

“What do you think?”