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waist?”
    Janet sighed. “Do we really need to clarify that?”
    “With you? Yes...we do.” Harper answered.
    “Do you want to be comfortable and look presentable or not?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then do as I tell you and stop questioning me.”
    “I’m sorry...have we just met? I could’ve sworn we didn’t just meet.”
    “Just go farther into your closet!” Janet snapped. “Find a blouse.”
    Harper pulled out a white one with sleeves that cuffed at the elbow, with a low cut in the front, made of a fabric that was light and free-flowing. She hadn’t worn it since she bought it, and it looked like it might cover her ass. “Got one.”
    “Fitted or free-flowing?”
    “Free-flowing.”
    “Good. Colors?”
    Harper told her.
    “Please, for the love of God, tell me you have a black leather jacket and a pair of colored ankle boots in there,” the other woman begged.
    Harper tossed things out until she found the jacket then looked until she managed to pull out a pair of three-inch, plum-colored, lace-up platform boots. “What’s sad is, I don’t even remember buying this shit.”
    “But I bet you can name what the first baseball cap you ever owned was.”
    “Facts and examples, Janet. Facts and examples...”
    “Put the clothes on, spray something on that doesn’t smell like men’s deodorant on steroids, go out there and have. A. Normal. Date.”
    “Someone is awfully bossy tonight.”
    “Do as I say!”
    “All right!”
    “Give me the details later. I wanna know if Koz manages to get the chastity belt off you again.”
    “And this conversation is over.” Harper hung up the phone and tossed it onto her bed, whirling around her room like a mini-tornado in an attempt to get dressed as quickly as possible.
    “Sweets!” Konstantine bellowed at her door again.
    “I’m coming!” she snapped before finishing up and snatching the door open.
    His brows quirked before his lips curved. “You clean up pretty damn nice.”
    Rolling her eyes, she pushed past him and headed for the stairs.
    “What?” he questioned, following her. “What’d I say?”
    “The words every girl dreams of hearing on Valentine’s Day.” She retorted, sarcasm clear. “‘You clean up pretty damn nice.’”
    There was a snort before the footsteps behind her stopped. “Hey, Sweets.”
    Harper turned around. Konstantine stood on the top step, hands stuffed down into dark washed jeans. The blue of his irises was more pronounced due to his choice of a baby-blue-and-chocolate-striped V-neck sweater that hugged his biceps and shoulders. He grinned down at her. “Your ass looks amazing in those leggings.”
    She shook her head slowly. “Why?” Harper questioned. “Why do I even bother with you?”
     
    ***
     
    “Where are we going?”
    “Doesn’t matter how many times you ask me that, I’m not answering,” Konstantine easily retorted, navigating the streets of East Village.
    “I don’t like surprises.”
    “Is this going to lead to a walk down memory lane? Because I’d rather not walk down memory lane.”
    “Were you not there when Lee Miller gave me hives because he didn’t know I was—”
    “Allergic to lilies and thought it was a good idea to get you a whole bouquet?” he finished, eyes focused on the road. “Yes, I was. I was also the only person brave enough to rub calamine lotion on you.”
    “And were you not around when I was almost blinded by Robert Williams when he—”
    “Gave you that card that was supposed to explode glitter when you opened it?” Konstantine glanced over at her. “I got you the eye patches to accessorize with your jerseys.”
    “Which was the reason why I tried to claw one of your eyes out,” Harper stated.
    He sighed. “My eyes are too pretty to be clawed out. The loss of my beauty would’ve haunted you for the rest of your life, and yet my still roguishly handsome face would’ve only been enhanced by the merciless deprivation of one of my best features, leaving you to feel