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“Someone needs to put a bell on her,” Coop commented, and I grinned.
“Don’t be mean.”
“As if you weren’t thinking the same thing,” he charged, and then crossed his eyes. Laughing, I shook my head.
Because—well, yeah I had been thinking the same thing.
Still…
“Keep looking, Frankie,” Cheryl said as she breezed past. The effervescent cheer in her voice grated less as the first hour dragged into the second.
Uh oh.
She was wearing me down.
In the end, I had twenty-seven dresses to try on.
Twenty-seven.
Coop and I werenevergetting out of here.
I would apologize to him, but he’d been the one to insist we go when I wanted to bail in the first place.
“Divide and conquer,” Cheryl said. “We walk out in every dress. Coop, you are going to be the tie breaker if we can’t agree.”
“Oh. Joy. I was about to offer to get you ladies something to drink.”
“Nope.” Cheryl pointed him toward the puffy flat square seats. “Park it. You have to give us feedback.”
He shot me a look, and I shook my head. “You said this would be fun, remember?” If I had to suffer, then so did he.
There might have been a little bit of hate in his eyes when I said that. A very little bit. Cheryl turned away, and Coop and I both stuck our tongues out each other and shot the middle finger.
Chuckling, I felt better and pushed my way into the cubicle with its metric ton of dresses. We’d divided them by length and hung some behind the door and on each of the walls. I also had a large three-panel full-length mirror to see how I looked in them.
Stripping out of my comfortable clothes, I debated which set of dresses to start with. Twenty-seven dresses.
Ugh.
There was a movie with that title and a couple of these reminded me of all of hers.
Blowing out a breath, I turned to my left and started with the short dresses. The first one—the strapless dress with the short skirt and the rusching—wouldn’t work with my bra, so I had to lose it too. I squeezed into the dress and did a little hop shimmy before zipping up the last bit.
It hugged every part of me.
I had towels that covered more real estate.
“C’mon,” Cheryl called. “Let’s see it. I absolutely hate mine.”
That boded well. After checking to make sure it actually covered my ass in the mirror, I sucked in my tummy and then opened the door. I made it two steps before I caught the snap of a camera phone.
When I glared at Coop, he just grinned. “And now my fun begins.”
Ass.
Still, I laughed as he cocked his head to the side and gave me a critical look. Trying to ignore the nervous flutters, I glanced at Cheryl and then did a double take.
“Um…”
