Page 50 of Wild Hit
“You’re not any better!”
“Stop, my stomach hurts.”
We bend over, slam into each other, and I nearly fall into the curtain because I’ve completely lost my ability to compose myself.
Tears run down Rose’s face. Hope’s laughter has turned into pterodactyl screeches that send us into even more fits.
She’s drowning in pink puffs like a porcelain doll from two centuries ago. Rose’s dress is some kind of plastic thing that has rolled up into a complete wardrobe dysfunction. Mine has enough holes that it doesn’t look sexy—it looks like mice ate entire parts of it.
“Stop, I’m gonna lose control of my bladder and it’ll all be your fault,” Hope screeches.
“I’m dying here. Positively dying,” I confirm between aggressive hiccups.
Rose snort-laughs. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a while.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Same.”
We share wide grins, rosy cheeks, and I don’t need to look myself in the mirror to know that my eyes are sparkling as much as theirs.
The third time’s the charm. Nestled in my pile of options is a pale pastel pink dress that yes, is short, frothy, a bit risqué at the top, and has next to no fabric on the back aside from the skirt. But the fabric is layered properly and nothing will show accidentally, and it’s long enough that I’ll even be able to wear shorts. When I try it on,Ifeel like a fairy. I don’t even mind that it matches the splotchy blush across my face and my chest. I do a little twirl and the skirt flows, but not enough to flash the figurative audience.
This is the one.
I step out of the changing room and gasps echo around me.
“Perfect.” Rose claps slowly, shaking her head in awe. “I told you I have excellent taste.”
“Then what were those other options?” I jerk my thumb behind me.
She full on smirks. “Those are called benign pranks, if you couldn’t tell.”
Hope bodily turns me around and whistles when she sees the back. “Va va boom, this is convincing enough.”
“Yes, the internet will love this,” Rose agrees.
“Miguelwill love this.” Hope wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I make a point of rolling my eyes as hard as I can manage. “Please, I’m not trying to seduce him.”
Hope ignores me. “What do you think about this one on me?” She’s in the same dress I tried on before, and the hot pink looks freaking gorgeous against her silky brown skin. It makes her blush pop in a way that I’m sure the Cowboy won’t be able to resist.
“You know what?” I bob my head. “Yes, on you this is actually a whole heck yes.”
“I agree.” Rose calls our attention with, “And what about this one for me?”
We turn to study her outfit. It’s a different one from the shoulder-less I had in my changing room, but closely related. The bodice is structured and cinched perfectly around Rose’s shape, almost like she had it made instead of plucked off the rack. It’s actually gonna be funny to see Logan’s logical brain shut off at this sight.
“Bravo!” I exclaim.
Hope whistles again. “You look like a celebrity.”
“Great,” the pack leader of this expedition says. “Let’s pay for our purchases and move onto the next leg of our journey. Is it gonna be shoes or rings?”
I sit in the awkward silence as they wait for me, in tune with how my heart picks up speed at the obvious option presented bymy brain. The least desirable one—the one that is gonna feel like ripping off a wax strip.
“Rings,” I finally mumble.
