I flipped through a few more of her shirts and found a plain white t-shirt. She had a couple of belts hanging up. All standard black and brown, no fun colors. Nothing showing a personality.
“Where’s the dress you wore last night?”
She pointed to the dress hanging up behind us. I pulled the green velvet ribbon off the dress and returned to the bed. Kylie shuffled behind me.
I sat down. She stood between my legs. I held open the jeans for her. “Place your hands on my shoulder so you don’t fall.”
She grinned and stepped into the bottoms. I pulled them up and then placed the shirt over her head. I pulled her hands through the armholes. The ribbon slid through the belt loops on the jeans. A loose tuck on the right side of the shirt allowed me to finish the look off with the green bow sitting near her right hip.
“Go grab your tennis shoes, and I’ll find some socks.” We went our separate ways. In her drawer, more boring items, but Ifound a pair of white ankle socks and grabbed her hairbrush and a hair tie from the counter in the bathroom.
She came back and flopped onto the bed. Her feet sticking straight out. “What are we doing today?”
“Well, first we are having breakfast at the diner in Quad I.”
“Oh, yummy.” She clapped her hands. “I love their pancakes–but you already know that, don’t you?”
“Yep.” I hated how her smile twisted into a frown. “What's wrong?”
“You know so much about me, and I barely know anything about you.”
“Well, then we will have to change that today.” I bopped her nose. “But you have read my FBI file, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, surprisingly, it’s not that interesting.” She glared. “Which means you’ve done some shady stuff, and they either left it out or don’t know about it. And, to requisition military records, you have to show cause, and I didn’t have cause, so I don’t know what you did there, either.” She shrugged.
“You may ask any question going on in that cute little mind of yours and I will do my best to answer them.”
“Same,” she said immediately and smiled.
Kylie made herself so difficult to resist. But if today went as planned, I would no longer have to resist.
I released her braids, and her hair fell around her shoulders in a sexy, wave pattern. The brush wasn’t necessary.
With her shoes secure on her feet, she hopped down. I grabbed her hand, and we left the apartment.
“It’s probably too late, but I hope Mabel is on duty.” Kylie gripped my arm with her other hand. “She is so nice, and she gives me extra whipped cream without even knowing I’m a little. Do you know Mabel?”
“I know her well.”
“You know everyone’s secrets who works here, don’t you?”
“Curse of the job.”
“Why curse?” She frowned. “If their secrets are really that bad, I imagine they wouldn’t have gotten the job, right?”
“True, but I still have been exposed to some sad stuff. Stuff I’d rather not know about.” I squeezed her hand.
“Is Mabel’s story sad?”
I frowned. “Not my story to tell, but if you spend more time in the diner, she’ll tell you herself.” We stepped into the elevator.
We made our way downstairs, the doors opening on the ground floor. The lobby sprawled out in front of us. Kylie dropped my hand. I took hers back and squeezed it.
“Aren’t you afraid of everyone seeing us?” she whispered.
“Are you ashamed of me?” My hand flew to my chest.
“No.” She rolled her eyes but continued to whisper. “But they’re going to think I’m sleeping with my boss.” Her eyes darted around.
