He could protest that the uniform was a gift, but he didn't really care to. It could cause issues for Dave if he did, anyway. And she probably wouldn't care, to boot.

He wasn't willing to give her the slightest clue what he'd really come here for. "Jesus. All right. I had a bad cough that I needed to have looked at. His office is here, so no, we couldn't meet in town. He gave me some pills and now I'm fine as a dainty little doily." As he spoke, he even relaxed his facial muscles in a look of mild defeat, as though she'd caught him.