To minimize the chance of someone else showing up in the same outfit. Taylor was nothing if not predictable.
“Sure,” he said, picking up the clothes.
“Wait,” she said, then lifted the red dress over her head. “I’ll take this one, too.” She tossed the garment on top of the pile, then stood in all her naked glory, a challenging light in her deep blue eyes. “Looks comfy enough in here to lie down, doesn’t it, Jarett?”
Every now and then, he was reminded of Taylor’s penchant for dangerous sex. Jarett’s stomach turned. “Behave, Taylor. And get dressed.”
He exited the dressing room and approached the counter where a young girl and her mother were buying pink satin gloves. Meg was smiling and talking to the girl, chatting about school and little-girl things. She seemed like a natural with children, and he wondered if she had any of her own.
“Goodbye,” she said as her customers walked away. “Have fun at the dance.”
He piled the clothes on the counter.
“Is Miss Gee finished shopping?”
He nodded, enchanted by her smile, and by the tiny stud earrings in the lobes of her ears. With as much diplomacy as possible, he explained about Taylor wanting to purchase every size available of the garments she’d picked. Meg blinked.
“That’s going to be expensive.”
“I’ll be paying in cash.”
She swallowed. “Okay. Give me a few minutes to wrap everything.” She worked quickly, and when the total was tallied, she looked up with a little wrinkle between her eyebrows. “That will be f-fourteen th-thousand, one hundred and twenty-five dollars. And thirty-nine cents. Sir.”
He withdrew a thick wallet and counted out the money in large bills. “Thank you for your hospitality to Taylor. And to me.”
She nodded, placing the bills in the cash register tray with shaking hands. “You’re very welcome.”
“Good luck, Meg Valentine.”
She looked up, and pushed her glasses higher.
Her green eyes widened slightly and something…electrical passed in the air between them.
Her lips parted, and a flush made her cheeks grow pink. She blinked rapidly and her chin jerked to the right, as if she were startled, or taken back.
“Jarett,” Taylor said behind them, sounding irritated.
He turned. She had emerged from the dressing room, dressed, thank God, in her pink suit.
“Jarett, I need to be zipped up.” She sighed and stomped up to him like a sulky teenager.
He complied, aware of Meg’s eyes on them as he fumbled with the small zipper key. From the way she averted her gaze, she thought he and Taylor were lovers. And even though it wasn’t the first time someone had thought as much, the fact that chaste little Meg Valentine with the braided hair and the big green eyes thought so suddenly mattered to him.
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