After convincing Riley to think over his proposal before he left the theater, Easton came home to find his parents in the living room with the Fitzwilliams. Most shocking of all was Alicia, looking contrite in a dress. A dress. To add insult to injury, it was cotton candy pink. She couldn’t have been more girly if she had a matching bow on her head. He didn’t have a concrete memory of her wearing anything other than pants or shorts and a tank top. Skirts were definitely off limits. To see her mile long legs bare was unnerving. If she ever found herself interested in such things, Alicia could be a model. And what guy didn’t find models attractive? Well, maybe he was the exception to the rule.
“Easton, darling, there you are,” his mother said from the couch. She sat with Alicia’s mother. Th
