want to give up on the game?”
Shaz started to make a wise remark, but those blue eyes looked honestly interested. “Yeah. It can be that way. But if you’re a hopeless romantic, you go on looking for Mr. Right.”
“So you found him?”
“What?”
“Mr. Right? That guy who couldn’t remember your schedule?”
Shaz laughed. “That certainly doesn’t make him sound like Prince Charming.”
“Sorry.”
“No, fair question. I can’t really answer it yet, I guess.” That made him wince. He’d been dating Giles for six months. Why didn’t he know?
“Sure is a good-looking guy.”
“Yes.” Funny how big hunks suddenly looked more appealing. Oh, Shaz, you are such a dreamer . He cleared his throat. “So what do you need clothes for in the next couple days?”
“I have to go to the bachelor party, which is going to have women at it, so I don’t get the bachelor part.”
“Yes, mixing the sexes for these events has become de rigueur. Gone are the days of strippers and shots off of women’s breasts.”
“Really? I mean, is that what they used to be like?”
Shaz patted Billy’s arm. It was an excuse. “I’m sure that sounds like much more fun to a big guy like you.”
“Not really.”
A voice came from the other room. “Shaz darling, can we come in?”
Billy turned his head toward the high voice. Sissy. Oh, and Rhonda and Mitch. Was he glad or sad that they interrupted? Shaz was really checking him out. Kind of flattering.
Rhonda crossed from the salon into the area where Billy had been changing. She frowned. “Shaz, I thought you were dressing him.”
Shaz kissed her cheek. “Never fear, darling. I had him looking positively debonair. You just missed it.”
“Well, damn, I want to see.”
Sissy took hold of Billy’s arm. “Hi, Billy.”
He smiled at her. “Hi.”
“Can’t you do a fashion show for us?”
Shaz shook his head. “Sorry, dears, I’m out of time. I have to meet Giles at the club.”
Sissy grinned at Mitch and gave a little bounce. “Hey, I have a plan. Why don’t we all go to the club? Put Billy back in some of his finery and we’ll go show him off.”
That sounded like a crappy plan. Billy shook his head. “None of it’s ready.”
Shaz spread his arms. “Not so, dear. We can dress you in the jeans, the striped shirt, and one of the sports coats. You’ll put the membership to shame.”
An evening with Shaz. Oh, and Rhonda, Mitch, and of course, Sissy. Yeah, and Shaz’s boyfriend. “I guess so.”
Shaz took his arm. “Come on, let’s get you dressed.” He waved toward the other room. “The rest of you wait in there for the big unveiling.”
Sissy clapped her hands. “Fun.”
In three seconds he was squeezed back into the dressing room and Shaz was handing him clothes. Those jeans fit like skin. Really nice skin. He grabbed the shirt from Shaz’s hand and buttoned it, then pushed it into the jeans and added a belt Shaz found somewhere. He walked out of the room barefoot.
Shaz stared at his flip-flops. “My oh my, those feet are big. I just happen to have a size thirteen pair of short boots I guess might fit you. Will they work?”
“Probably. I’m usually thirteen or thirteen and a half.”
“Hold your breath, darling.” He flitted his way into a room off the back wall and returned holding a pair of black leather ankle boots that looked so soft you could eat them on ice cream, and a pair of socks.
Billy tugged on the socks, then the boots. Perfect. “Cinderella.”
Shaz gave him a little smile. Made his gut feel funny. “Does that make me the handsome prince? Surely it must be the other way around?”
Billy couldn’t get over the guy’s eyes. They were this greeny-gold color.
Sissy’s voice called from the other room. “Hey, guys, we’re dyin’ out here.”
Shaz gazed at him a moment longer, then smiled and called to her, “And we’re ready for you. Go back to the waiting room and wait, little bird, so Billy can make his
Shaz started to make a wise remark, but those blue eyes looked honestly interested. “Yeah. It can be that way. But if you’re a hopeless romantic, you go on looking for Mr. Right.”
“So you found him?”
“What?”
“Mr. Right? That guy who couldn’t remember your schedule?”
Shaz laughed. “That certainly doesn’t make him sound like Prince Charming.”
“Sorry.”
“No, fair question. I can’t really answer it yet, I guess.” That made him wince. He’d been dating Giles for six months. Why didn’t he know?
“Sure is a good-looking guy.”
“Yes.” Funny how big hunks suddenly looked more appealing. Oh, Shaz, you are such a dreamer . He cleared his throat. “So what do you need clothes for in the next couple days?”
“I have to go to the bachelor party, which is going to have women at it, so I don’t get the bachelor part.”
“Yes, mixing the sexes for these events has become de rigueur. Gone are the days of strippers and shots off of women’s breasts.”
“Really? I mean, is that what they used to be like?”
Shaz patted Billy’s arm. It was an excuse. “I’m sure that sounds like much more fun to a big guy like you.”
“Not really.”
A voice came from the other room. “Shaz darling, can we come in?”
Billy turned his head toward the high voice. Sissy. Oh, and Rhonda and Mitch. Was he glad or sad that they interrupted? Shaz was really checking him out. Kind of flattering.
Rhonda crossed from the salon into the area where Billy had been changing. She frowned. “Shaz, I thought you were dressing him.”
Shaz kissed her cheek. “Never fear, darling. I had him looking positively debonair. You just missed it.”
“Well, damn, I want to see.”
Sissy took hold of Billy’s arm. “Hi, Billy.”
He smiled at her. “Hi.”
“Can’t you do a fashion show for us?”
Shaz shook his head. “Sorry, dears, I’m out of time. I have to meet Giles at the club.”
Sissy grinned at Mitch and gave a little bounce. “Hey, I have a plan. Why don’t we all go to the club? Put Billy back in some of his finery and we’ll go show him off.”
That sounded like a crappy plan. Billy shook his head. “None of it’s ready.”
Shaz spread his arms. “Not so, dear. We can dress you in the jeans, the striped shirt, and one of the sports coats. You’ll put the membership to shame.”
An evening with Shaz. Oh, and Rhonda, Mitch, and of course, Sissy. Yeah, and Shaz’s boyfriend. “I guess so.”
Shaz took his arm. “Come on, let’s get you dressed.” He waved toward the other room. “The rest of you wait in there for the big unveiling.”
Sissy clapped her hands. “Fun.”
In three seconds he was squeezed back into the dressing room and Shaz was handing him clothes. Those jeans fit like skin. Really nice skin. He grabbed the shirt from Shaz’s hand and buttoned it, then pushed it into the jeans and added a belt Shaz found somewhere. He walked out of the room barefoot.
Shaz stared at his flip-flops. “My oh my, those feet are big. I just happen to have a size thirteen pair of short boots I guess might fit you. Will they work?”
“Probably. I’m usually thirteen or thirteen and a half.”
“Hold your breath, darling.” He flitted his way into a room off the back wall and returned holding a pair of black leather ankle boots that looked so soft you could eat them on ice cream, and a pair of socks.
Billy tugged on the socks, then the boots. Perfect. “Cinderella.”
Shaz gave him a little smile. Made his gut feel funny. “Does that make me the handsome prince? Surely it must be the other way around?”
Billy couldn’t get over the guy’s eyes. They were this greeny-gold color.
Sissy’s voice called from the other room. “Hey, guys, we’re dyin’ out here.”
Shaz gazed at him a moment longer, then smiled and called to her, “And we’re ready for you. Go back to the waiting room and wait, little bird, so Billy can make his
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