Page 67 of Bishop's Queen

Finding the bathroom down the hall, Ella stripped off the scent-stained dress and pulled on the double-XL T-shirt. The massive tent swallowed her in black cotton. From far away, no one would be able to tell it was a T-shirt. Her eyes dropped to the front of the shirt.

“Organic Lovers Do It Better.”

God.It was funny. Bishop was funny. He was witty and smart on his feet. She couldn’t hide the smile tugging on her cheeks.

A rap sounded on the door. “Let’s see it, Crazy.”

Might as well own the title he had bestowed upon her. She threw the door open, grabbed her stinky dress, and tossed it to him as she strutted her stuff past Bishop, swinging her hips and catwalking as though she were on a Milan runway.

The oversized shirt easily hung to her knees, but she bunched it in one hand and turned. “What do you think, Muscles?”

A one-sided grin played on his lips, and his green eyes danced. “Best. Dress. Ever.”

A blush hit her cheeks, and it seemed like ages ago that the guy had attacked her with a stick of beef jerky. He’d certainly made up for all things meat-related tonight. “Do it better, huh?”

“Don’t you?” They turned to leave the coffee shop. Bishop was already holding a to-go cup of coffee beans. Her rolled-up dress was tucked under his elbow, and he guided her toward the door, a hand placed low on her back. “At least in my experience, that’s been the case.”

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