"Sock. Julian, the laundry service stole my sock." Suit and tie in place but with bare feet, Emmett was turning the basket of neatly folded clean clothes into a disaster area, looking for the mate to the black dress sock in his hand.

"Why the hell would they want your sock? It's not even a particularly interesting or expensive sock." Julian looped his bowtie expertly around his neck.

Emmett tilted his head up to give Julian a dirty look. "We can't all have a drawer full of $35 a pair silk dress socks."

Julian didn't even turn around, smoothing the points of his collar down. "They're cashmere, and they're really comfortable."

Emmett threw the sock in his hand at Julian, bouncing it off the side of his head. "When did you get gayer than me?"

Julian reached into his top drawer and tossed a balled-up pair of black cashmere dress socks at Emmett's head. Emmett caught them neatly, and then sat down on the bed to pull them on. He thrust his feet into his loafers and wiggled his toes. No way in hell was he telling Julian how comfortable they were. He plotted to steal Julian's socks.