Suspicion narrows her eyes immediately.
“Why?”
“Because I said so.” I take a step closer. “And because you’re bored and being a brat, and if you don’t get out of this house, you’re going to start making problems just to have something to do.”
Her mouth opens.
I cut her off.
“Go. Get dressed.” My voice drops. “For once—just listen.”
There’s a beat. A little push. Little pull.
Then she turns and stalks off. I stifle a grin.
There’s my good girl.
She comes back ten minutes later, and I immediately understand that she’s created a brand new problem.
Short skirt. Too fucking short.
T-shirt that does absolutely nothing to hide the fact that she’s not wearing anything underneath it that matters.
Jesus Christ.
My jaw tightens.
“That’s what you picked?”
“What?” She looks down at herself. “It’s fine.”
“It’snot fine.”
“We’re going to get food, right? See a few sights? It’s a skirt.”
“It’s a problem.”
She crosses her arms. “For who?”
Me.
“Only every man who looks at you sideways,” I mutter.
I drag my phone out and send a quick text.
Fix her wardrobe. Today.
Shiloh’s reply comes back almost immediately.
SHILOH
Already on it. Knew you’d lose your mind when you saw that.
Smartass.
“Let’s go,” I say.
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