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Mrs. B ran a finger under my eye, cleaning up a
smudge, her gaze moving lower to my own not inconsiderable, although far more
pale, cleavage. “Delicious.”
    I
met her eyes for a moment, feeling a hot, tight clench in my belly, my gaze
dropping down to the floor. Not that there wasn’t anything to look at there.
Her heels were four inches high, her legs long, so tanned she didn’t have need
of pantyhose. The hem of her red dress barely came to mid-thigh. We’d gone a
little wild with the dress buying, I thought. They were probably a little too
short, too low-cut. But I had to admit, the dress had the desired effect. I
felt incredibly sexy in it.
    “I
should get a tan,” I mused, unable to help looking at her long, tawny legs. “Do
you go to a salon?”
    I
knew she must, because she didn’t have any tan lines—although I wasn’t
supposed to know that, and didn’t say so.
    “During
the winter I do.” Mrs. B smiled, standing back to admire her handiwork. “But in
the summer, I try to spend as much time as I can in the backyard. You should
come lay out with me this week. Get some color.”
    “I
will.” I nodded in agreement.
    “And
you’ll have a chance to soak up the sun when we go to Key West over Christmas.”
    I
smiled at that. I used to go with the Holmes’ on vacation all the time. Key
West was one of their regular vacation spots. That’s where we’d run into the
Baumgartners in the first place.
    “There’s
something about the Florida sun that turns your skin such a gorgeous golden
brown.” Mrs. B tilted my chin up, looking at my makeup, admiring her handiwork.
“I remember when we took Ronnie. She got as brown as a little seal.”
    She
realized her error, stopping and looking at me.
    “I’m
sorry, Gretch…”
    “It’s
okay. I was there, remember?” I reminded her. “She’s a brunette, though. I
don’t tan quite as easily. I’m just so fair.”
    “It’s
that white-blonde hair.” She smiled, running her fingers through my hair,
sending goose flesh down my arms. “I’m blonde, but you’re— really blonde.”
    She
ran a finger over my bare shoulder. The dress was sleeveless.
    “Are
you blonde all over?” she wondered aloud, her gaze following the path of her
finger slowly down my arm.
    “Yes,
but…” I hesitated, not sure how much I wanted to share.
    “But?”
She smirked, meeting my eyes.
    “Well.”
I shrugged. “I’m shaved.”
    “Completely?”
    “Yeah.”
I nodded.
    “What
a shame.” She tsked at that idea. “You should leave a little bit of that
blonde. That would be sexy.”
    I
smiled. “Maybe I will.”
    “So
what do you think?” Mrs. B put her arm around my shoulder, turning so we both
faced the mirror. “Will Doc fall out of his chair when we walk downstairs?”
    “His
eyes are going to pop out of his head,” I assured her. “You look so beautiful.”
    She
did. That red dress, those red nails and lips. She was stunning.
    “So
do you.” Mrs. B fingered the ends of my hair, falling like corn silk against my
shoulders. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you found someone to bring home
tonight.”
    “Mrs.
B!” I raised my eyebrows, surprised.
    “We
wouldn’t object.” She squeezed my shoulder, dropping a wink. “You just have to
be discreet.”
    “Of
course!” I shook my head. “I wouldn’t do anything like that. I mean, especially
if the kids were home.”
    “But
they’re not,” she reminded me. “Come on, let’s go shock my husband.”
    Something
happened when I walked down those stairs. Doc was in the kitchen sitting at the
table flipping through a magazine and he glanced up when he saw Carrie appear
at the bottom of the stairs. I was right behind her and I saw his eyes widen, a
smile starting at the corners of his mouth. Then I came up beside her as we
approached, and his gaze shifted to me. His eyebrows went up and his jaw
dropped and he literally gasped out loud.
    “What
do you think?” Carrie prompted, smirking. “Will we