Chapter 11
Cam looked in her closet. It didn’t look like hers anymore. There were a half dozen dresses and several silk jackets. On the floor were two pairs of heels, one black, the other navy, beside the silver and gold ones she’d bought for the banquet. She shook her head. Who’d have ever thought she’d have clothes like these? Who’d have imagined she’d even wear clothes like these?
And the shoes! Her feet hurt in places she hadn’t remembered since high school! That gave her a new appreciation for the drag queens she’d seen around town. Especially the ones who marched each year in the five-mile-long Pride Parade. Why anyone would want to have their feet ache like that when it wasn’t a necessity was beyond her.
A new thigh holster, which also had become necessary, hung beside them. Not
