Just that thought alone made me want to drag Terry toward the counter. She had a point. If only Nick would know that even if I wear boyish clothing one hundred percent of the time, underneath all those clothes, I also have a hot body. The only difference between me and the skanks he takes home with him was that I don’t display mine for public viewing or auction.
Terry pulled me into a shop that sells cocktail clothes afterward. I stopped by the door and raised a brow at her.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“I distinctly remember saying no Ken-turns-Barbie,” I said a little crossly.
“I want to shop, too, you know. This is for me,” she said. I highly doubted that and yet I still came into the shop with her.
For lack of nothing better to do, I checked out the racks to see the clothes that
