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“You should try this one. It would look amazing against your skin tone,” Harper says a bit later as she joins me in the corner of the shop. She’s holding up a delicate nightgown in a soft blue. It looks like it hits mid-thigh and has a white lace trim around the bottom. It’s definitely a gorgeous piece.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” I tell her, watching as she reaches into the bin beneath the table and pulls out one that’s my size.
“Here, go try it on,” she insists, taking me by the shoulders and steering us toward the dressing rooms. Freedom is there and gives me a warm smile while still chatting with a woman about pajamas. Harper practically pushes me inside the dressing room. “I know it’ll look amazing, but I want you to be comfortable,” she says and then rips the curtain closed, leaving me alone in the small space. “I can’t hear you changing,” Harper yells through the curtain.
“All right, all right,” I reply, setting the nightie down on the bench. “Hold your horses.”
It only takes me a few minutes to change out of my casual jean shorts, fitted tee, and bra, but the moment I slide the nightie on, I know Harper is right. It’s a perfect fit. And the color? Amazing. I can’t help but stare at the reflection staring back at me. When was the last time I bought something so beautiful and sexy with the intention of someone else seeing it? A really long time, that’s for sure. When Charles and I were together, I tried a few pieces of lingerie early in our relationship, but honestly, it never really felt right. Maybe that’s because we were never really meant to be together. We were comfortable, that’s it.
But this?
With the prospect of Jensen seeing me in it?
Liberating.
Sexy.
Feminine.
Suddenly, I can’t wait to show him later tonight.
I get dressed once again in the clothes I arrived in and step out of the dressing room. “Well?” Harper asks, a knowing grin on her pretty face.
“It’s perfect,” I answer.
She does a little shimmy. “I knew it!”
I glance around at the displays, suddenly more excited to do a little shopping than I was before. “You know, I could really use a few new bra and panty sets.”
Her eyes light up. “I have just the thing, come with me.” And then she leads me off to shop her store.
An hour and three hundred dollars later, I’m standing off to the side with Marissa, enjoying some of the homemade sweet treats she baked and sipping a glass of wine as Harper helps the last of the evening shoppers. “I need to be careful or I won’t be able to drive home,” I tell Jensen’s youngest sister.
“Don’t worry about that, dear. Aunt Emma will drive,” Jensen’s aunt says as she approaches the goodies table. “Oh, these look divine.” She picks a chocolaty brownie off the tray and eats it in two bites.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine to drive. I’ve only had this one glass,” I tell the older woman, who is picking up her second treat.
“Pssh! I can handle your sporty little car, Kathryn. If my stint in NASCAR taught me anything, it was how to handle an automobile.”
I glance at Marissa, who vocalized the question I was thinking. “You drove in NASCAR?”
“Of course, dear. Those boys didn’t know how to handle their sticks before Emma showed them how,” she says casually, reaching for her third treat.
“I’m all finished,” Harper says as she comes over to where we stand. “I’m exhausted.”
“You had a great night,” Marissa adds, starting to box up the remaining treats.
“Give me wine,” Freedom bellows after locking the front door.
“Done,” Harper replies, pouring two glasses of sweet red wine and topping off my glass.
“Oh, I shouldn’t. I have to drive home,” I reply, knowing I really shouldn’t have a second glass.
“I’m driving her home,” Emma insists.
“We should probably head that way, though. It’s getting late,” I add.
Emma glances at her watch. “It’s still early, dear. Besides, Orvie isn’t taking his pill until eleven. That means the love wand will be ready to play with by eleven thirty.”
