“Sorry — it was crazy today. I had to do a lot of hand-holding.”
At once, the slight frown that had creased her brows disappeared. “Oh, wow — I hadn’t even thought what you might have to deal with at the church today. It’s okay — Isabel is holding down the fort, but I need to get back out there and help her. All your stuff is hanging in the bathroom, steamed and ready to go.”
She went on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then hurried off toward the front of the shop. Will saw the bathroom door standing open, the light on, and so he went in there and inspected his costume. It looked just as impressive as her saloon girl outfit, although far more sober — a long black frock coat and matching black wool trousers, a vest in subtle shades of slate blue and black, a white shir
