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waggled her eyebrows, covering the phone with her hand. “He likes you. Like, a lot.”
I grabbed the phone, then stuck it between my ear and my elbow while I tugged my jeans up, shimmying them over my love handles. “You found my number.”
“Hey, beautiful,” he said.
I wanted to groan at his cheesiness—I knew it was there, knew he was sweet-talking me.
And I didn’t care.
“So, I found your number.”
“Yeah, I’m interested in how you achieved that.”
“Let me take you out, and I’ll tell you the whole story.”
“Um...okay. When?”
“Tomorrow night. At six. And Cat?”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t keep the smile out of my voice no matter how hard I tried.
“Wear yoga pants.”
I bit my lip. “Okay. See you then.” Tears pricked at my eyes. That made me cry for a whole different reason. If I could wear yoga pants to this date, maybe, just maybe I could feel sexy again.
“What? What did he say?” Joey was in my face again, as usual.
“We’re going out. On Thursday.”
Joey’s entire face lit up. “Okay. Drop those shirts.” She grabbed my hand and started walking toward the front door of the store.
“What? Why?”
“You’re not gonna need a new shirt. You will, however, need new lingerie. I can feel it.”
Chapter 9
Two nights later, I sat on the couch in a brand-new workout shirt, one that had a low band that cinched around my hips and ballooned up from there. My arms were actually looking pretty good, because for weeks while I was laid up in bed all I could do was watch TV and lift hand weights. And I even felt good in my underwear—we’d found a stretch cotton lace bra-and-panty set that hugged my curves and encased them in a sexy shimmery pink.
Joey had spent half an hour curling, brushing out, and arranging my hair with product, then tying it in a messy bun on my head.
“Why are you spending all this time on my hair when it’s just going to be in a bun?”
“Okay, is this your first day on the job? I’m putting one pin here”—she wiggled a thin metal rod on one side of the bun—“and another over here, so all you have to do is reach up and pull these out when it’s time to...you know. Va-va-voom, gorgeous tumbling blonde waves. For tumbling on his bed!” She squealed, clapped her hands, and jumped from foot to foot.
I stood up, looked at myself from both sides in the mirror, and reached up to feel the pins. “Okay. And this won’t fall out while I’m moving around?”
“If it does, I’ll eat my shoes. My Ferragamos, even.”
I grabbed her face and kissed it on each side. “I love you, you know that?”
“Who doesn’t?” Then she bounced out.
Nate was three minutes early to pick me up. Which was just fine, because I’d already been waiting at the door for ten.
I shouldered my bag, where I’d stashed a chunky cowl-necked sweater and some makeup, took a deep breath and swung the door open.
Nate stood there in a black t-shirt and black running pants with a gray stripe down the side. His eyes swept down over my body.
“Perfect,” he said. “So, I know it’s not a typical first date, but if you’re a horseback rider, you have the...um...thighs for rock climbing.” That adorable pink flush flooded the skin behind his six o’clock shadow, and as much as I loved that, I didn’t want him to be embarrassed.
“Yes,” I said, “thighs are one thing I have plenty of.” Then I laughed, and he smiled too, his gaze flicking down my body again. I hadn’t felt like I looked good in workout clothes in my entire life, but Nate certainly made me feel like one of the most beautiful women on the planet.
Doctor Albright’s words echoed through my head. Something that makes you feel beautiful. Powerful .
“I’ve never done this before,” I said as we walked to the door.
“There actually aren’t a ton of places to climb here in Philly,” he said when I settled next to him in the cab. “And I promise we’ll stop taking cabs everywhere soon.
I grabbed the phone, then stuck it between my ear and my elbow while I tugged my jeans up, shimmying them over my love handles. “You found my number.”
“Hey, beautiful,” he said.
I wanted to groan at his cheesiness—I knew it was there, knew he was sweet-talking me.
And I didn’t care.
“So, I found your number.”
“Yeah, I’m interested in how you achieved that.”
“Let me take you out, and I’ll tell you the whole story.”
“Um...okay. When?”
“Tomorrow night. At six. And Cat?”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t keep the smile out of my voice no matter how hard I tried.
“Wear yoga pants.”
I bit my lip. “Okay. See you then.” Tears pricked at my eyes. That made me cry for a whole different reason. If I could wear yoga pants to this date, maybe, just maybe I could feel sexy again.
“What? What did he say?” Joey was in my face again, as usual.
“We’re going out. On Thursday.”
Joey’s entire face lit up. “Okay. Drop those shirts.” She grabbed my hand and started walking toward the front door of the store.
“What? Why?”
“You’re not gonna need a new shirt. You will, however, need new lingerie. I can feel it.”
Chapter 9
Two nights later, I sat on the couch in a brand-new workout shirt, one that had a low band that cinched around my hips and ballooned up from there. My arms were actually looking pretty good, because for weeks while I was laid up in bed all I could do was watch TV and lift hand weights. And I even felt good in my underwear—we’d found a stretch cotton lace bra-and-panty set that hugged my curves and encased them in a sexy shimmery pink.
Joey had spent half an hour curling, brushing out, and arranging my hair with product, then tying it in a messy bun on my head.
“Why are you spending all this time on my hair when it’s just going to be in a bun?”
“Okay, is this your first day on the job? I’m putting one pin here”—she wiggled a thin metal rod on one side of the bun—“and another over here, so all you have to do is reach up and pull these out when it’s time to...you know. Va-va-voom, gorgeous tumbling blonde waves. For tumbling on his bed!” She squealed, clapped her hands, and jumped from foot to foot.
I stood up, looked at myself from both sides in the mirror, and reached up to feel the pins. “Okay. And this won’t fall out while I’m moving around?”
“If it does, I’ll eat my shoes. My Ferragamos, even.”
I grabbed her face and kissed it on each side. “I love you, you know that?”
“Who doesn’t?” Then she bounced out.
Nate was three minutes early to pick me up. Which was just fine, because I’d already been waiting at the door for ten.
I shouldered my bag, where I’d stashed a chunky cowl-necked sweater and some makeup, took a deep breath and swung the door open.
Nate stood there in a black t-shirt and black running pants with a gray stripe down the side. His eyes swept down over my body.
“Perfect,” he said. “So, I know it’s not a typical first date, but if you’re a horseback rider, you have the...um...thighs for rock climbing.” That adorable pink flush flooded the skin behind his six o’clock shadow, and as much as I loved that, I didn’t want him to be embarrassed.
“Yes,” I said, “thighs are one thing I have plenty of.” Then I laughed, and he smiled too, his gaze flicking down my body again. I hadn’t felt like I looked good in workout clothes in my entire life, but Nate certainly made me feel like one of the most beautiful women on the planet.
Doctor Albright’s words echoed through my head. Something that makes you feel beautiful. Powerful .
“I’ve never done this before,” I said as we walked to the door.
“There actually aren’t a ton of places to climb here in Philly,” he said when I settled next to him in the cab. “And I promise we’ll stop taking cabs everywhere soon.
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