Page 76 of Lucky Haven

“Haven, you need to try this on.” Hope comes running back into the hallway, waving a green satin dress.

Mercy smoothly pivots to agree with her, the rest of her thought about Ridge abandoned. “Oh yeah, that one maybe shouldn’t be cut up into bunting triangles. It’s perfect for you.”

Hope pushes it into my hands. “Try it on. I think you might want to wear it for the wedding.”

“I was going to wear a sundress⁠—”

“Just try it on.”

“Okay.”

“Now.”

Oh.

Since they won’t take no for an answer, I go downstairs.

The room we’re using in the basement is so lovely. There’s a plant in the window that someone else takes good care of, and the bed is solid enough that when Cash moved inside me, the frame barely squeaked.

It did squeak a little.

My cheeks flame as I sit on the edge of that very sturdy bed and look down at the dress they want me to try on.

It’s sexy. I can tell already, from the ruching and the satin and the skinny little straps that probably won’t hold up my breasts.

And I love wearing dresses, but I’ve always leaned toward a retro style that can be coded conservatively. Sure, there’s some cleavage sometimes, and yes, I like the feel of the breeze on my legs.

But this dress is sinful.

I can’t believe Hope would want me to wear it to her wedding.

Swallowing hard, I lay it out on the blanket and quickly strip off my clothes. I have to take my bra off, too, because there’s no room for that in this kind of dress.

The satin flows over my head, weighing nothing. I have to wiggle my hips to get it down, then adjust the bodice, but it’s surprisingly comfortable.

And once it’s on, it’s…on. It fits me perfectly.

It doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination, so there’s no chance I’m wearing this to the Jamboree. Or Hope’s sweet wedding under the willow trees.

But I like what I see when I twirl in front of the mirror.

“Haven?”

I jump at Cash’s voice. He knocks on the door, a perfunctory heads up that he’s coming in, and I can’t stop him before he pushes it open.

“What are you doing here?” I ask in a rush as he stares at me.

“I finished an oil change and Riley said she’d close up.”

It looks like he showered and changed at the garage, and his hair is still a little damp. My fingers itch to touch the strands curling onto his forehead.

He rakes his gaze down my body. To my bare feet. “I didn’t know I’d be interrupting a fashion show.”

“Mercy found this and Hope guessed it would fit me.” I feel faint. “It’s too flashy for the wedding.”

“It’s perfect for tonight, though.” He gives me a hooded look. “I owe you dancing lessons.”

“We can’t go dancing.”