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T-shirts and an extra pair of jeans.
    “Only if you want to stay alive.”
    She rinsed out a couple of plates in the sink as quickly as she could, then put them aside to dry. “How is a new look going to keep me breathing?”
    Marcus eyed her incredulously. “You really don’t know a damn thing about how Cal works.” He shook his head in silent reprimand. “By now he’s sent out our descriptions to every human contact he’s got. The second someone spots us, that person will immediately report back to him. We need to change our appearances, blend in as best we can.” He bridged the distance between them and handed her a plastic bag, which she grudgingly accepted. “Knock yourself out.”
    She peeked inside, and the sight that greeted her chilled her worse than the water gushing from the faucet. “Are you serious? A dress? You got me a goddamn dress?”
    “I told you, we’ve got to change our appearances.”
    “I wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress.” Especially this one. It was a bright cornflower blue, with big, fat flowers on it. Flowers, for God’s sake!
    “Which is precisely the reason I picked it.”
    “How on earth am I supposed to wield my blade in this?”
    “I’m confident you’ll figure it out.”
    She wanted to hit him. Badly. “Okay, hotshot, tell me this, where the hell am I going to put my weapon? In my bra?”
    His gaze lowered to her breasts, and heat suffused her. She felt the warmth of his glance like a touch. “Look in the bag. There’s more.”
    She channeled her vision, saw past the folds of the dress to the item that lay beneath it. “You gotta be kidding me.” Reaching into the bag, she retrieved a leather garter adorned with metal studs.
    “Just loop your scabbard around it and you’re set to go.” The wide grin on his face told her he was enjoying this way too much.
    “I hate you, you know that?”
    “Yeah, I tend to have that effect on people.” He gave her a sheepish smile that almost made her forget how angry she was at him. “So are you just going to stand here arguing with me, or are you going to get this over with so we can hit the road?”
    With a final glare directed his way, she shoved past him toward the bathroom.
    “And do something about your hair,” he tossed over his shoulder. “It’s very conspicuous.”
    Biting back a retort, she left him standing in the kitchen, looking entirely too smug.
     
     
    “I look like Mary Poppins.”
    Marcus pivoted on his heels to find Regan standing on the threshold of the kitchen, her taut body wrapped in flowing blue fabric, her hair pinned neatly back. True, it wasn’t her usual spitfire look, but there was something sweet and wholesome about it. Something that spoke to the man he’d once been, back when girls actually favored dresses.
    An image flashed through his mind—an image of Regan wearing a blue silk gown with a low-cut bodice, lace-trimmed sleeves and an ample skirt. It only lasted a second, but it had an unsettling effect.
    “It’s only fitting since you’ve become Ben’s self-appointed nanny,” he said, admiring the way the bodice hugged her waist and outlined her cleavage. In perfect contrast, the skirt fell in loose waves to cover her hips and thighs, stopping right below her knees, unlike the dress he’d pictured seconds ago.
    Regan’s expression bordered on murderous. “Stuff it.”
    Marcus barked out a laugh. “How does the garter fit?” He was tempted to tunnel his vision and see for himself, but he resisted the urge.
    “Wouldn’t you love to know?” She swept past him, and her fresh scent permeated the air like spring. He breathed it in, held it in his lungs for a second longer than he should have.
    Clearing his throat, he indicated a second bag sitting on the nearby table. “That one over there is for Ben.”
    She started toward it, hesitated. “You didn’t get him a dress, too, did you?”
    For the second time today, Marcus was assailed by the urge to laugh. The woman could be