Then decided liner looked stupid without eye shadow, so I put on eye shadow. I had put on a hint of makeup, just blush and mascara, but I decided on liner. I’d also put on makeup even though I didn’t intend to. One that fit great and since it was tight at my breasts that made it even better.Īnd further because I had on faded jeans, a fabulous riveted belt, and high-heeled boots, and I’d fluffed my hair out and spritzed it with that stuff that made it look all beachy and cool. I also couldn’t because I pulled out my favorite Harley tee. This was because, even though I gave my legs a close shave last night while getting ready for the hog roast, I did it again. He’d done what any of the brothers would do that night, looking out for me.įorty-five minutes later, I decided not only that I shouldn’t but I couldn’t. He’d faced our history straight on, guided us around it, and obviously, with the way he was being now, he intended to keep us firmly on that path.Īnd Tyra was right. So I hit the shower thinking I not only could do this, I should. He was concerned and wanted to take me out for breakfast. Seeing as he pushed me, however gently, and my body’s momentum was taking me down the hall, I “got” and scurried to my bedroom wondering if I could have breakfast with Shy or even if I should.īut the fact of the matter was, he’d shown at my house after I hadn’t talked to him in six weeks, and he wasn’t pissed or in my face. Then he put a hand in the small of my back and gave me a gentle push. He stopped us there and I looked up at him, still frozen. Once you get dressed, we’ll go.” He made it to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the mouth of the hall. “Uh…” I started then found, for once, my mouth couldn’t go on.
My eyes left the ball of foil and shot to him. “I’ll take you out for breakfast,” he mostly repeated. He tossed the ball of foil on my coffee table, it bounced off the other side, went rolling across the floor, and stopped a few feet in front of the TV.
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