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“These are all body parts!” she laughed. “What about my heart and my gorgeous mind and soul?” she giggled.
“Well, I’m sure I would love those things too if you had them.”
Her laugh burst out so very unladylike. “You crack me up, you know that? Oh, did you see where that bag of clothes went from that nice lady?”
“I think I saw it next to the couch with your purse.”
“I wish I had known my brother was coming, I’d have told him to bring me more clothes.”
“Dig through my things, I’m sure you’ll find something you can fit in.”
“Pfff, have you seen my ass?”
“I fucking have, yes. So, don’t piss me off.”
She laughed. “How would I piss you off.”
“By making me think of it while I can’t have it.”
“I can see Sarah’s face with me in your clothes,” she muttered, shaking her head. “You’re gonna get us so caught. Shit, I think somebody’s knocking. Better not be Sarah.”
“Just go be yourself, you’ll be fine. See you in an hour, Texas.”
“Bye,” she whispered, loving when he called her that. “Swamp cowboy.”
She hung up and hurried to the door, stopping halfway. She could not answer it. She realized whoever knocked knew somebody was in here. And likely that Patches was gone. “Coming,” she called. She had a right to sleep somewhere, and Patches hadn’t slept there the night before. No harm no foul.
She hurried to the side of the couch finding the bag.
“I’ll be right out,” she called, digging through the items and pulling out something yellow. Another field of flowers, geeze they loved dresses, didn’t they?”
“It’s Sarah, I was hoping you’d be out soon, I had some friends I wanted you to meet.”
She paused, immediately suspicious with that sweet tone. “Alright. I’ll be up in fifteen minutes.”
“Good! See you then.”
Geeze, that tone. She sure sucked at acting. Tegan didnotwant to meet anybody, specially not no more swamp ladies that hated out-of-towners trying to get their man. She realized the yellow outfit wasn’t a dress but a romper. That went way up her ass. For theloveofleather and lassos. She hurried back to the bag and snatched up the only other item. A china blue material with more flowers. And a dress. At least her ass wouldn’t be screamin’ at everybody. She swapped the outfits, realizing her bra straps showed in the new one. She removed the bra and realized the way the material gathered along with the dark color hid things just fine. She stuffed her clothes and bra back into the bag and hurried to the mirror she’d seen in the workout room, pulling her hair around her neck to hide that hickey. She needed to get to those band aids she’d seen in the supply closet upstairs asap.
Tripping and tugging on her cowgirl boots, she hurried to the door then raced back to the bathroom for her phone. She found her brother’s number and leaned against the sink, listening to the ring.
“Babygirl,” he answered, making her roll her eyes at the childish nickname.
“Where are you?”
“Just now pulling up at something called the Dry Dock. Your Patches is fetchin’ me.”
“He ain’t my Patches,” she whispered. “And don’t be callin’ him that in front of people.”
“Why?” he laughed.
“They have women here who already think I’m after their men and they don’t like out-of-towners moving in on their territory, you know how it is.”
“I heardwomenin all that. Now, what’s the problem?”
“Oh shut it, ya’ll try to hurry. Lord, I bet he’s getting you on his swamp dragon.”
“Hiswhat?”
