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Istood motionless, not sure what to say or do. He looked away, gazing over all her pictures. A smile started to spread across his saddened features. Then, he gave a big sigh before turning back to me.
“Anyway, as you’ve probably guessed, these are all her clothes. Please, make use of them.”
I shook my head, gobsmacked. “I can’t. It would just feel so wrong.”
“It’s fine, Sophie. I wouldn’t have suggested the idea if I wasn’t ok with it.”
“I know but...I can see how much it still hurts...I just...I don’t want to make it worse by wearing her clothes.”
He smiled at me, the water in his eyes welling up higher. “Please. I’ll be offended if you don’t.”
I gave a nervous laugh. “No pressure then.” I debated the awkward situation for a brief second. What exactly was I supposed to do? Considering the change in his attitude, and his kind gesture, it would be rude to refuse. “Ok, thank you. I really don’t know how to say thank you enough.”
He turned back to her wardrobe and rifled through the glittering selection inside. He pulled out an emerald and white checked shirt with sparkles of tiny crystals dotted all over.
“I think this would really suit you.”
I reached out, touching the soft fabric. “It’s beautiful.”
“Go try it on. There’s an en-suite there.” He pointed behind me and smiled.
I nodded and took his offering.
The en-suite was huge, all pearl white décor with tasteful, contemporary lighting above. I slipped my top off and took just a moment to soak in the detail on his sister’s shirt. It was exquisite, simply stunning. Guilt gnawed at me as I thumbed the silky material between my thumb and forefinger. How bad was it to wear a deceased person’s clothes? Even if freely offered?
I whimpered, stuck between my conscience and the difficult situation. How would I feel if these were my clothes? I focused on that point for just a brief moment. If I had a brother, which right now, I wish I had instead of my selfish sibling, and he offered my clothes to another woman to wear, would I mind? If I liked her, definitely not. After all, better someone wear them than they go to waste.
I took a deep breath and slid my arms inside the shirt. It glided over my skin like silk, sending a shiver down my spine. I buttoned it up, then looked at myself in the mirror. Even I had to admit it looked good. It hugged all the right places and I couldn’t wait to complete the look later tonight.
I walked back out to Brady, feeling a little shy.
He burst into a huge smile. “You look fabulous. It really suits you.”
I blushed and whispered my thanks.
He turned back to the wardrobe, and pulled out a jet-black Stetson with a silver buckle wrapped around its edge. He beckoned me forwards with his finger. My heart jumped at the gesture, skipping into irregular beats as I closed the gap between us.
Stopping a few inches away from him, I licked my dry lips in an attempt to moisten them. What was this guy doing to me? How? I hated just the thought of him twenty-four hours ago.
He dropped the hat on my head, and burst into a beaming smile. “Perfect!”
I turned to the mirror on the opposite wall, and blushed. If I curled my hair just a little more, it would give the perfect cute but sexy cowgirl image. My cheeks flared with colour as I looked back at him. “Thank you so much.”
“Not a problem.” He rummaged about in the wardrobe again, and this time, pulled out a belt with a huge silver horse head on it. “Here. This will finish the look off nicely.”
I gasped as he placed it in my hands. It was just as beautiful as everything else. I ran my fingers over the smooth metal and allowed emotions to overtake me. After all the hell I’d been through, this was probably the nicest thing anyone had done for me since.
A wave of water welled up in my eyes and I bit my lip to stem the flow. “I’ll take real good care of all of it. This is just incredible. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I look forward to seeing you all dressed up later.”
Heat flushed through me once more and my heart fluttered. Something about all of this felt so...intimate. I wanted to chase the moment, savour it, keep it a reality for however long I could, but what could I say?
“I’m sorry.”
He frowned. “For what?”
