“For what?” she asks, drying her hands.
“For a private fashion show, baby, let me see what you got.”
Mae gives me an incredulous look, and I grin from ear to ear.
“You want to see what I bought? You want me to put it on so you can see it on?” she asks slowly.
I smile and wiggle my eyebrows.
“Coop, that’s weird.”
“Is it? I mean I prefer you innothing. But I’d like to see what I’m working with.” I toss her a wink, and she makes a face.
“You’re serious,” she says deadpan.
“Deadly.”
“Okay,” she says, drawing the word out, and walks past me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mutters under her breath.
I hop off my chair and follow her outside.
She pops the trunk, and I grab the handful of bags to carry them into my room.
She follows behind and crosses her arms.
“You seriously want me to model the clothes I got? I literally bought a pair of comfy pants,” she says quietly, cognizant of Naomi.
“I wanna see’ em.”
Mae snorts and turns around. “Okay, get out,” she says over her shoulder.
I return to my seat in the kitchen, with a beer in hand, and a few moments later hear my bedroom door open.
She walks barefoot around the corner in a gingham sundress that goes past her knees, nips in at her waist and pushes up her chest. One of the straps is already falling off her shoulder, and it takes everything in me not to get up and help the rest of the dress fall to the floor. I think it might look better there.
I smile at her, and she blushes under the kitchen lights. “Yeah, that’s a keeper,” I rasp.
Mae grabs the sides of the dress and swings back and forth. “I thought so too.”
I lift my finger in a turnaround gesture, and she rolls her eyes, but spins in place anyway.
“Damn, baby.”
“Do you really want me to keep going? This is silly,” she says.
“No, it is not. I think this might be my new favorite pastime.”
Mae rolls her eyes again and goes back to my room.
A few minutes later she comes out in boot-cut jeans and a classic black button-up shirt with the tails hanging out.
“You look like a sexy cowgirl.” I purr my tongue for extra effect.
She smiles and lifts a shoulder. “Gracie talked me into it. I thought it would look nice with my cowboy boots.”
“I reckon she’s right.”
“I have one more dress and lounge pants. It’s not really anything worthmodelingfor you.”
