There she changed into jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers.
He was out of place, a bright light in the corner of the dimly lit room, dressed casually in jeans, T-shirt and hiking boots.
He wore jeans and a snug t-shirt that outlined his muscular frame.
He was muscular and tall, clothed in dark jeans, a snug grey T-shirt that hugged his biceps and stretched across his chest and back and then sagged at his slender torso and hips, and a round black medallion that fell from his T-shirt as he leaned over her.
She was dressed much more normally than Ingrid in dark jeans and a simple, fitted blue t-shirt with bright coral nail polish.
He wore jeans and a t-shirt that outlined his lean frame.
She left the bathroom, pulling on an oversized, soft T-shirt Evelyn had shanghaied from Romas and Kiera had shanghaied from Evelyn.
He wore all black, though he was dressed more simply than she'd seen him, in dark jeans and a black long-sleeved T-shirt and heavy boots.
A short stocky man in a white T-shirt and matching sneakers jabbed a hand at Alex.
His visitor wore a T-shirt and had hair the color of last night's sunset.