“I wasn’t spying on her,” I said through my teeth.
Judy pulled the shirt on and turned to face us. The shirt had a deep V cut that left no mystery of what lay underneath; it was also short and rested just under her belly button. The skirt she wore matched in color and rested at her hips, hugging her every curve perfectly. I recognized the outfit as Irene’s because she had worn it in the past.
Irene was Judy’s age, so her clothes were youthful. It made Judy look even more youthful as she wore her clothing. Her legs were slender and smooth; my fingers twitched, wanting to touch them.
“Then what exactly were you doing in my room?” Irene asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I lifted the black box for her to see.
“I was leaving this on your bed. I got it for your new car,” I told her, han
