Also, tell Maisie the next time a guy comes after her, she needs to go for the nuts. Little bullies grow up to be big bullies.
~ Chaos
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“He winked at me,” I told Hailey as I tried on the lavender dress. “Winked.”
I loved the man, was seconds away from sharing my kids with him, and he’d winked at me. Pretty sure I’d hovered on the edge of an orgasm from that alone. Since when did he turn on the charm? And where had that charm been the last four months?
Broody Beckett, I adored.
Protective, playful Beckett, I loved.
But that Beckett who winked and kissed my palm? Yeah, I was lucky I hadn’t spontaneously combusted and burned down my business.
“So you’ve told me about a dozen times since we left the house. A few times at the salon, at least once during pedicures, and six or seven times while we were getting waxed. Did you see the ‘these rooms are for the quiet relaxation of others’ sign? Pretty sure we’re never going to be allowed back at that spa.” She flipped through her phone.
“Whatever. I’ve just never seen that side of him. He was all…”
“Flirtatious?” she asked, looking up. “Ooh, I like that one. Your boobs look great.”
I ran my finger along the neckline. “It’s not too much?”
“Nope. It’s retro hot. You look like a fifties housewife who gets her kink on in the bedroom.”
I rolled my eyes but moved my hips so the bell of the knee-length dress swished lightly. I loved the halter neck, the sparkly belt that defined my waist, and even the slight plunge of the neckline. Mostly, I relished the feeling I had being in the dress, that I was a woman, curved and soft and freshly pampered.
“I think I’m going to get it.”
“Beckett is going to lose his fool mind.” She hopped up and walked around the dressing room pedestal, appraising the lines of the dress. “Yep. This is going to end up on the bedroom floor.”
“Sure it will. Mine.”
“Seriously?” Hailey popped a hip and shot me a more than exasperated look.
“He’s afraid that being more than…whatever we are, would potentially screw us in the long term, and with the kids involved, and the Ryan stuff…” I shrugged.
“So walk into his room naked. That’ll change his mind.”
“Are you out of your mind? Why would I do that? I’ve had sex with one guy, Hailey. One. And that was seven years ago. To tell you the truth, it didn’t exactly ring my bell.”
“Because he probably didn’t know where to find your bell.”
I shook my head and smoothed the soft purple fabric beneath my newly manicured fingers. “It doesn’t matter. Beckett isn’t interested in me like that, and quite frankly, I shouldn’t even be having this discussion. I have bigger issues to worry about.”
I stepped off the podium and headed for the dressing room, leaving Hailey outside.
“He hasn’t slept with anyone since he’s been here, did you know that?” she asked through the slats in the door.
“What? How would you even know something like that?” I slipped off the dress and draped it on the hanger carefully.
“Because it’s a small town, nitwit. Everyone talks, and Beckett is very gossip-worthy. Speculation is he’s either gay or interested elsewhere…”
“I can tell you for certain he’s not gay.” I’d felt every delicious inch of him against me earlier, saw the way his muscles tensed when he pulled away.
“Duh. He’s not sleeping around because he wants you. Trust me, if I saw an opening there, I’d be all over that. I honestly don’t know how you haven’t just climbed on top of him and—”
“Because he told me no!” I flushed, thinking of our little failed moment on the couch. “Honestly. He told me no. His loyalty to Ryan trumps everything else.”
“Ella?”
“What?” I said, grabbing my shirt.
“You didn’t take the dress off, right? Because you’re supposed to meet him at the courthouse in like ten minutes.”
I grabbed my phone, swiping the screen to see the time. “Shit,” I muttered.
“Put these on, too.” She dropped a pair of black heels and a silver shrug over the door. “Come on, unless you want to be naked at the courthouse. And while, yes, I do think that would accomplish the sex mission, I do think it might interfere with the adoption mission.”
I dressed quickly and walked out of the dressing room.
“Turn,” Hailey ordered, and when I did so, she snapped the tag off the back, already holding a shoebox and another set of tags.