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“For the wedding?”

I nodded, warily.

“I pick the dress. That thing you’re wearing? Is a disaster.”

Then he walked away, leaving me to question whether I could find something else to wear before meeting this someone with Mr. Anderson.Shit.

Chapter3

I can’t report on his abs

Callie

These ridiculous shoeswere killing my feet. I kicked them off as soon as I was safely in the door of my condo.Thwack. Thwack.They hit the wall and slid to the floor.

“That you, Callie?”

I rolled my eyes. Who else did Darcy think would be coming in the front door? “No, it’s the ghost of your last hookup.” Darcy had a much more exciting sex life than I did. I came around the corner of the living room and found him stretched out on the couch, still in his work clothes. His polo shirt had the cinema logo on it, and there was a smell of burnt popcorn. He was watching something on TV, but he paused it. “How was work?”

Darcy didn’t even acknowledge I’d spoken. “Holy shit, Callie, is that what you wore to your thing tonight?”

I’d had enough insults on my dress, thank you very much. “Yes, it is. It’s designer. It’s fine.”

Darcy sat up and stared at me in horror. “Seriously, Callie, that is a fucking awful dress.”

I looked down, trying to understand why two guys had such problems with the dress. “It’s green. That’s a good color for me, right?”

Darcy finally closed his jaw but shook his head. “No, goose-turd green is shit for anyone. Why didn’t you let me help?”

Because I was a grown-ass woman. I wanted to make partner, and needing someone to pick out my clothes was infantile. I crossed my arms. “I’m not a child.”

“Sweetie, I picked out better clothing when I was a child. I mean…it doesn’t even fit you.”

“Yes, it does. It’s my size.”

“If it’s your size, why does it only touch your tits and ass? The rest is like a sac.”

I blinked. This had been an important event. If I’d looked as terrible as Darcy thought, I might have hurt my chances of impressing the partners. I bit my lip. “Is it really that bad?”

Darcy sighed. It was.

“Why didn’t you take me shopping with you?”

I looked at the floor.

“Callie?”

“IkindaforgotitwascomingandIhadtogetsomethingfast.”

Darcy held up his hand. “Breathe and say it so that I understand.”

I puffed out my cheeks. “I forgot it was coming up and I needed something fast. You were working, and I should be able to buy a dress. I’m thirty years old.”

Darcy rubbed his forehead. “Where did you go? Did you go to Eaton Centre? Bloor Village?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head.

“Call-i-o-pe.” When Darcy stretched out my name like that, I knew he was upset.

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