Eddie Munson Jackets Novels & Stories

"Eason has fantastic taste," she said, her voice light. "I'll have to ask where he shops for you. If this isn't a power suit, I don't know what is." I looked at it and smiled at the vibrant, blood-red dress. The pin in the lapel of the long jacket that went with it was Mooncrest's crest. It was stylish, edgy, and utterly powerful. Like I was ready to get blood on my clothes. Fight-starter.

Meredith asked, finally. “I’m comfortable,” Edward responded, taking a look at one of the samples. Without looking up from it he mumbled while seemingly focused on the samples. “You can hang your blazer over there.” Meredith downed the last of her drink and pulled her suit jacket off. The camisole she was wearing underneath was in black leather that came down to a deep v-neck with twisting crossing softly in the front. The spaghetti staps that went over her shoulders traveled halfway down her back before reaching the backside of the camisole.

Eddie agreed to speak with Marcus when he came visiting and unfortunately Marcus showed up a little earlier than expected. It was a wrong moment for me because Eddie was already preparing to go out. It is Friday and he usually leaves by ten a.m. every day that falls under Friday and returns home before one p.m. I received Marcus inside as I offered him a seat and just then Eddie walked down stairs to the sitting room. He was dressed differently. Unlike his police uniform he wore a milk chinos trousers, Ash top, milk hat and back sandals. His dress code left a bad impression on me as it also got me wondering what he was up to.

Wouldn't that ruin the friendship they've been over all these years? Jack leaned over and grabbed one of the shirts that Edward had brought him. It was a button up shirt, a tad tight but it looked good on him as he looked at himself in the mirror. His chest and arms filled the shirt nicely. He buttoned the shirt and fixed his hair, pushing it to the side and allowing it to lay where it fell.

I have to be. Edgardo got there a little bit late. But the way he looked made it seem like it was worth being late.He's wearing a plain shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant yet messy tie he's wearing, the person who's supposed to fix it for him was on their death bed. The jacket is a perfectly made for him. It has a simple, but elegant blanket plaid pattern, giving the suit a dignified and elegant look. The 6 buttons of his double breasted jacket are all buttoned up with a subtle touch of nonchalance which works perfectly.