“Yeah, nervous, I guess,” I say, holding out my arm to accept them.
“Why?” she asks as she adorns me, positioning the bangles how she likes.
“Never been on a date before.”
“Never?” she asks, aghast.
I shrug.
She grins. “Well, stop worrying because it’s easy. You just talk and feel each other out.”
Heat returns to my face and I turn all my focus on the bangles, adjusting them.
“Is he nice?” she asks.
I recall how brutish he’d been when we first met, but the intent behind his bullish action wasn’t malice. He wanted toprotect me. And when we were fighting, he’d stopped because he thought he’d seriously injured me, and it scared him. Something about my pain being more intense fuel for him…
“Jade?”
I clear my throat. “Yeah, I think so.”
She moves around my back to put the necklace in place.
“How long have you two been seeing one another?”
Do I count it from when he first groped my pussy, or when I called him my boyfriend?
“A couple of days, I guess.”
“You guess,” she deadpans, locking the necklace in place.
I look at myself in the mirror again and a smile creeps onto my cheeks.
“That’s nice,” I say.
She nods. “You look very pretty.”
The ding of the consignment door opening turns our heads toward the front where a woman of impeccable style stands. Close to six feet tall, a pressed navy suit jacket over a cream blouse, and matching blue pants. She definitely does not shop here.
Lacey gasps and charges at her with a giddy sound. The woman smiles, meeting her halfway and wrapping her up in a loving embrace. I grin as I realize this must be her wife.
After a kiss that has me averting my gaze to give them some privacy, they come toward me at the changing room—which is really just three panels of drywall nailed together with a curtain rod and a sheet. Whatever, I’m not judging.
I extend my hand to meet Jamie’s offer.
“You must be Jade,” she says in a silky-smooth voice.
This woman must be a nymph or something. Long legs, milky-white skin, blue eyes, and shiny dark hair…I’m not gay, but I’m not blind, either. Lacey scored.
“And you’re the infamous Jamie,” I say with a smile.
Her expression turns to shock. “Infamous. Oh, no. What has my lovely wife said about me?”
“Only good things, I promise,” I say.
Lacey gazes up at Jamie, practically oozing adoration. Jamie looks down and tucks a strand of her blond hair behind her ear.
“That’s my good girl, always singing my praises,” she murmurs.
