He was dressed in his usual indigo jeans and western shirt.
She went upstairs and changed into Jeans and a fitted blouse.
From his square-toed boots to the white shirt tucked into indigo jeans, his lean frame was something to admire.
Giddon stood, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he frowned down at Lisa.
Why don't you protect those fantastic legs with some jeans and I'll take you to explore the woods.
At his affirmative nod, she hurried to her room and changed into jeans and sneakers before he could change his mind.
She grabbed her sack of clothes and scrambled into jeans and a sweater.
He looked like a rancher in his faded denim jeans and plaid shirt.
Jeans, sneakers and a Harvard tee shirt made up her attire.
The four of us were put to shame in jeans and sweat shirts.
She dug through the pockets in her jeans and pulled out the stash of one dollar bills she'd been given for trips to the candy machine down the hall.
Her eyes cracked open, and she was startled to see a petite blonde woman in dark jeans standing between them.
Bianca put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
He wore only jeans and a dark T-shirt that stretched across his chest in all the right places and clung to bulging biceps.
The jeans, T-shirt, and sandals would suffice.
She wore jeans and a T-shirt, and her blonde hair fanned out over a pillow.
She looked decent in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
Three men stood in the main foyer, two in the same shade of brown as her bodyguard and a striking man in designer jeans and an expensive sweater.
Shaking her head, she pulled out a t-shirt and jeans, tossing them on the bed.
She was dressed comfortably in jeans and a light sweater.
He wore jeans and a t-shirt that outlined his lean frame.
While Paul was dressed in jeans and a golf shirt, brother Joseph—never "Joe"—sat stiffly in creased slacks and dress shirt.
In addition to the bones themselves, the box contained a ripped plaid flannel shirt, and nestled at the bottom, dirty jeans, boots, and yellowed, soiled undershorts.
Jennifer Radisson had changed to jeans and a sweatshirt advertising Ouray, and carried a day pack slung over her shoulder.
He wore jeans and a snug t-shirt that outlined his muscular frame.
She lifted her head slowly, her gaze starting at his square-toed boots and running up the indigo jeans that flattered his lean build.
His brown hair was tousled from the ocean breeze, and he was dressed in jeans and a loose shirt fastened across the golden skin of his chest by one button.
Curly brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she wore jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt that was tight over her swollen belly.
Her petite, shapely body was clothed in jeans and a tank top.
His sweater, jeans, and trench coat were all of high quality with his heavy boots dwarfing her feet as hers did Toby's.
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 almost felt normal in the jeans and light sweater.
She tucked the small box into her jeans pocket and covered the bulge with her sweater, ducking into the bathroom to hide it before rejoining Ully for their small lunch.