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short laugh. “Not prestigious enough for a Debusshere. My father and grandfather are plastic surgeons. My sister is a—”
    “Plastic surgeon?”
    She shook her head. “Cardiologist.”
    “Ah. Mother?”
    “Lawyer. A very successful one. Until she married my father. She now runs the Debusshere family. Very successfully.”
    “Tough crew to live up to.”
    “Yes,” she said quietly.
    “So, what are you doing now?”
    Her chin went up a few notches. Ah, she was gearing up for battle. This should be good then.
    “I…sort of help people shop.”
    “What? Like one of those personal shoppers?”
    “Something like that.”
    “Is that something that a lot of people need?” He tried not to sound too condescending, but seriously? She shopped for other people for a living?
    “Yes, it is something that some people need. I started doing this kind of thing back in high school through our Key Club. One day, during my sophomore year at Duke, I got lost driving around and sort of stumbled across a similar organization to the one I’d volunteered for back then. They were looking for help and it had always been something I’d enjoyed and was good at. I mostly work with women who are trying to reenter the workforce. It’s not always easy knowing how to dress, what to buy. I help them do that. I also do a little freelance work—shopping for whatever my clients need.”
    Oz wasn’t sure what to say for a second. That had to be the most frivolous, ridiculous occupation for a grown woman he’d ever heard of.
    “I know what you’re thinking,” she said.
    “I didn’t say a word.”
    She huffed, her lips pulling into a frown. “You didn’t have to. I’ve heard it all from my parents, believe me.”
    “You can’t get mad at me for something I didn’t even say.”
    “Just because someone like you wouldn’t understand my line of work doesn’t mean I don’t provide a valuable service.”
    “Someone like me?”
    Her cheeks flushed, the heat spreading clear down her neck. “I just meant…I mean, I didn’t mean anything bad. I just meant that you…you’re not…I mean as a man…I wasn’t referring to your…to anything…”
    “You know you’re talking out loud right now, right?”
    “Oh, shut up. Ox.”
    “Nag.”
    She glared at him and Oz gave her his innocent “what?” face.
    “Let me get this straight…there are people out there so rich that they can’t even bother to shop for themselves? They have to actually hire people to shop for them?”
    “No. It’s not like that at all,” she said, glaring at him.
    “It’s exactly like that. You shop for a living. For people too lazy to shop for themselves.”
    “No. You’ve misunderstood. I offer a valuable service for people who need advice.”
    “Really? Like what?”
    “Like…okay. For instance, I had a lady come in a couple months ago. She’d gotten her first office job and needed a new wardrobe to go with it. I had already helped her pick out her initial interview outfit and then we worked on stocking her closet with everything she’d need once she got the job. We set her up completely. Those are the clients I really love. I do have a few on the freelance side who are what you’d call frivolous, but I think they’re fun. Like the ones who need furniture or some exotic birthday gift or something. I don’t get too many of those in North Carolina, though.”
    Oz shrugged. “Well, it still sounds hokey to me, but if that’s what you want to do with your life…”
    “I didn’t say it’s what I wanted to do with my life. But I don’t want to sit around doing nothing, either, and I’m good at it.”
    “I don’t doubt that,” he muttered, hurrying on before she could give voice to the outrage on her face. “So what does your family think?”
    She turned her gaze back to the rain drenched trees that seemed to be flying by. “I told you what they all do. I’m sure you can imagine.”
    “It can’t be that bad.”
    “Every member of my