Half an hour later, they stood in the penthouse's marble foyer, dressed and ready for the day out.
Kane had to admit that Cyrus's interpretation of "casual" still looked like something ripped from a magazine spread.
Gone was the tailored suit, replaced by dark jeans and a charcoal cashmere sweater that somehow made Cyrus look even more intimidating.
Kane glanced down at his outfit—simple jeans and a navy henley from his new wardrobe—feeling distinctly underdressed by comparison.
They descended to the parking garage, Kane's excitement bubbling beneath the surface.
When Cyrus led him to the Mercedes G-Wagon instead of the sleeker sports cars, Kane raised an eyebrow.
"It offers more space for whatever ridiculous purchases you'll inevitably make," Cyrus replied dryly, unlocking the doors.
Kane slid into the passenger seat and immediately noticed the ceramic cat figurine resting on the dashboard.
