Page 62 of Charmed, I'm Sure
And that was all I was finding at the moment.
I’d just sagged down the wall when my wonderful sister, with her limited wardrobe, came in with a mischievous grin on her face. But one look at me in a heap on the floor turned that grin into a grimace.
“Shit, Mags. I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d show up when you were half-naked,” she said with a laugh, her eyes scanning the small panicked mess I had made. “Not finding what you’re looking for?”
“All of your shorts are teeny-tiny, and your shirts are made for giants.”
“I’m sorry.Youtry sitting through two-hour lectures and see if you want to spend it in uncomfortable clothes,” she deadpanned, her hip cocking to the side as she crossed her arms.
She had a point. Burying my face in my hands, I screamed silently, muffling the sound.
“Feel better?”
“No,” I huffed into my hands before pulling them away.
“Breathe, sis. I have some bootcut jeans hanging in the back of the closet that should fit you, and you can borrow one of my purple off-the-shoulder sweaters. I’ve got some cute game day earrings you can loop through your tunnels.”
“Game day?”
“Yeaaah, you know, where guys in tight pants run around and catch a ball? And where us normal people drink and eat all day?”
“Pleasetell me he’s not planning on taking us tailgating.”
Meredith scoffed, then headed into her closet, presumably to pull out the clothes she mentioned, but her voice filtered out. “Us? Nah, sis.You. And I don’t know what he’s planning, Mags. But you can’t walk around campus on game day without the right colors on. Learned that the hard way. Here,” she said when she emerged, her arm outstretched to help me to my feet while the other held two hangers draped over her shoulder.
Meredith stayed and chatted while I got dressed, then helped me put my still-damp hair into twin fishtail-French braids. But as I placed my hand on the doorknob, I paused and glanced down at my feet. “Uh, Mer?”
“Whatnow? You look fabulous, if I do say so myself. I haven’t even worn those jeans yet because I need to get them hemmed, and I don’t think they’ll fit me quite as well as they fit you. Now I’m jealous.”
“You’re delusional, but thank you,” I replied with a chuckle. “But I need shoes. I wore my nonslip Danskos to the gig last night, and I don’t want to ruin your masterpiece.”
Meredith threw her head back with a groan, then rolled off her bed and stomped back into her closet. “You owe me!” she hollered from the depths of her walk-in.
When she emerged, the gasp I gusped was completely involuntary. “No. Mer, I can’t.”
“You can, and you will. But if you mess them up, you owe metwopairs.”
She skipped across her room with a sassy smile on her face and thrust the boots into my hands—herfavoriteboots. Gorgeous warm brown leather with an eagle overlay and wingtips on the toes. She’d saved for weeks to afford these Corral boots, and I’d only seen her wear them a handful of times since she got them.
“You’re sure?”
“Definitely. Now come on. Chop chop. The man drove two hours to see youandbrought you coffee. If you don’t jump him, I might.” She threw a wink over her shoulder as she pulled the door open and headed into the living room.
Taking a deep breath for what seemed like the thousandth time that morning, I grabbed some socks from her dresser, plopped down on the edge of her bed, and pulled on the boots. Guess it was time to see if they were made for walking.
16
Geaux Time
Taylor
“Oh.My.Lanta,”Jaelynexclaimed, taking another hefty sip from her frozen coffee, her eyes rolling back in her head as she let out an appreciative hum.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” I replied with a chuckle. Footsteps echoed against the hardwood in the hall, and I jolted upright from where I had been leaning against the small island, my head snapping in that direction.
“It’s just me,” Meredith trilled, her arms raised in mock surrender, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Mags will be out in a sec. Now, where—” she drew out the last word, glancing around the small kitchen. “Ah! There it is!” Swiping her coffee from beside the sink, she took a deep sip and hummed in the same way Jaelyn had.
“Is it reallythatgood?” I asked skeptically.
