Page 43 of My Haven
He pulled out his own phone and began scrolling. “Girl, I think we’d be crazy not to go. It’s trending hot right now.”
“Really? It’s legit?”
He kept scrolling. “Not only legit, but high profile as well.”
She chewed on her lip. “I didn’t air out any black-tie outfits.”
Arlo looked up, disappointment on his face, then waved to their surroundings. “Hello? Boutiques are up and down the street. We can go shopping, hit that lovely salon for a facial, go back to the hotel for a shower and be ready by six.”
“You want to come with me?” she asked, surprised. He hardly ever joined her for her restaurant adventures.
“I’ll beat your cute lil’ ass if you try and leave me behind. This may be the social event of the year,” he threatened.
“We both know you wouldn’t risk breaking a nail fighting,” she said, meeting his eyes.
“One of us has to be girly, you’re just a lil’ Kirby,” he retorted.
“You know I hate that nickname,” she groused.
“It’s adorable and so are you when you’re eating, just like Kirby.”
She threw her napkin at him causing him to laugh. “I can’t help it, I love food.”
“No one would know you had degrees in nutrition. All they see online is you trying different restaurants.”
She shrugged. In her videos she tried to share what she learned in her reviews. She not only liked food, she loved healthy, nutritious, flavorful food. There was a surprising lack in dishes that were all three.
Arlo downed the rest of his coffee and stood. “We better start now, you take forever picking out clothes.”
Shaking her head, she also finished her drink and threw out her cup. Looking down the long street that was the shopping district, she could already feel her feet begin to ache. Arlowouldn’t be happy until they hit every single store. “I won’t complain, much. But, we are stopping in two hours for a snack.”
“Deal!”
She smiled at him to keep from groaning and followed along behind him to hit the shops for a little black dress.
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Arlo brushed powder across her forehead and nodded. “Good. Get dressed.”
She dropped her robe and stepped into the little black number Arlo insisted was perfect. She long since abandoned modesty when he was in the room. Right now, the man was more concerned with her shoes, than her uncovered body. She pulled on the dress and walked over to him to zip it up.
He held out two pair of heels. “The black ones scream old Hollywood glam, but the silver ones add pizzaz.”
She pointed to her back, and he zipped her up. When she faced him, she pulled the black pair from his hands and put them on. “I like these ones.”
“You’ll never date if you don’t add some spice to your life,” he chided.
“Why do I need to date when I babysit you?”
“Rude!”
“But, true.”
“Fine, go with the black shoes, you’re wearing the silver shrug,” he countered.
She smiled and let him have his way as he wrapped her up in the silky, silver wrap he found. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Though, I don’t know why you always buy your outfit at the last store we go to.”
