•Miguel•
“Try this.” I held up the cream-colored blouse, half amused, half annoyed she hadn’t picked it herself.
Penelope wrinkled her nose. “That’s something a kindergarten teacher would wear.”
I arched a brow. “You work at an orphanage, you teach the children.”
“okay, fine.”
She snatched the blouse from my hand, brushing her fingers against mine.
I couldn't tell if it was accidental or deliberate.
I'd convinced her with little effort to go shopping with me and instead of giving me a sense of power all I felt was worry.
I leaned against the display table, arms crossed. “You’ve tried on four dresses and rejected ten more. Are you planning to walk barefoot and in prayer robes through Oakridge?”
“I didn’t realize this was your idea of fun.” She shot me a sideways glance as she exa
