11
Pitt
“You can’t laugh, Kaylee.” I knew how white my legs were from wearing jeans all the time, but she didn’t need to point it out.
“I’m sorry, Pitt.” She busted into another round of laughter. “But they’re so pale, and the rest of you is so tan. It’s just too funny.”
Stalking back to the dressing room, I took off the shorts and put my jeans back on. “Well, I bet your curly hair looks like a bird’s nest when you wake up each morning.”
I heard her as she leaned against the door to the dressing room. “You’re right. Don’t worry about those legs of yours. They’ll get tan in no time. At least you can get some sun on your private deck before going out in public wearing shorts.”
“I better not catch you taking any pre-tan pictures of me. This is a sight that shouldn’t be seen by anyone.”
