“Yeah,” Bob snickered. “He’s all about the Marie Kondo.”

“Can it, Bob,” Ray said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “No…I’m after a woman’s opinion. On what I should wear tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“He’s taking Rosemary on a date.”

“Really?” Della hadn’t seen Rosemary this morning, but it seemed like her hints had finally paid dividends. “You asked her out?”

Ray nodded proudly. “You bet your sweet ass I did. And she said yes. But…it’s been over sixty years since I’ve been on a date, so…” He glanced at the pile of clothes.

“I’ve been telling him he should wear a suit,” Bob interjected.

Della wrinkled her brow. About the only place anyone wore a suit to around here was a funeral. Maybe church, if your transgressions were big enough that a few Hail Marys weren’t going to cut the mustard. She assessed the clothes on the bed. “Where are you taking her?”

“To Jack’s. For cocktails. I already spoke to Tucker, and he’s making a signature drink just for her.”

“Awww.” She pressed her hand to her chest. “That’s very romantic, Mr. Carmody.”

He shrugged. “It was his suggestion. He’s going to call it a Rosemary Fizz.”

The news didn’t surprise her. Tucker pretended he didn’t like making fancy drinks, but Della secretly thought, after a decade of pulling beers for cowboys, he enjoyed stretching his bartender repertoire. Plus, he had an extraordinary amount of cocktail umbrellas and novelty swizzle sticks for a guy who decried the amount of time they took to make.

Della’s crush grew a little bigger. The man was so damn…accommodating. Tinder guru, driving instructor, wingman.

And now cupid.

Ray cast a glance at his bed. “So…what do you think I should wear? Rosemary’s one classy woman. I don’t want to look like some bozo next to her.”

Yes, Rosemary would definitely appreciate a man who had gone to some trouble. “Not a suit.” Della crossed closer to the bed.

“Told you,” Ray said, shooting a triumphant look at his best friend.

“A nice pair of trousers. And a button-down shirt.” She sorted through the available choices. It wasn’t the most modern collection she’d ever seen, but there were some good-quality pieces. “These should work.”

She held up a pair of charcoal trousers that were one half of a suit. The jacket was too out-of-date, but the cut of the pants and the faint burgundy pinstripes gave them a classic kind of style. Teamed with a paisley print, long-sleeved shirt, Ray Carmody would look just the right amount of retro cool with his strikingly gray hair.

Bob nodded his approval. “You’ll be the coolest cat in the joint.”

Ray beamed. “Thank you, Della.”

“You’re welcome.” She grinned. “I hope you have a really nice time.”