Page 98 of Always Red (Chasing Red 2)

“Yes,” I murmured after a moment.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes.” I cleared my throat. “He can go all night.”

Silence.

“I’ll start praying for your poor but totally satisfied va—”

I cut her off. “Kar!”

“Soul. I was going to say soul.”

I sighed.

“How about his tongue? Can he do the helicopter—”

“Kar!”

“Ugh.”

I knew Kara. She wouldn’t stop until she got what she was fishing for.

“Maybe we can talk about this at home. Not here,” I suggested.

I could practically hear her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Fine! Oh, hi, do you have that dress in red? No, not that one, the one beside it, with the high slit going up her neck—yup, that. Is that skirt vegan leather? It’s cruelty-free?” Her voice flitted away as she chatted with the clerk.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, frowning at the tight dress. Although it was a long-sleeved dress and covered half of my neck modestly, it was shorter than I would have liked.

I almost jumped when there was a sharp knock on the door. “Well, come out and let me see you,” Kara ordered.

She curled her top lip as I opened the door.

“I hate you,” she pouted. “If I had that ass and those tits, oh Lord. I’d save money on clothes because I wouldn’t wear any.”

I snorted. “I don’t think this is what I’m looking for, Kar.”

She nodded. “You’re right. You need something classier. You look like a conservative hooker. Let’s go to another store, bestie.”

“Nowhere expensive.”

“It’s all good. I’ve got Lockhart’s credit card.”

My mouth fell open. “Y-you what?”

“I’m kidding!” She burst into giggles. “You should have seen your face.”

I grabbed a hanger and threw it at her. “I’m thinking of making custom tea bags for Caleb’s mom,” I said, to change the subject. “I could buy her a book—”

Kara opened her mouth and acted like she was going to vomit.

I ignored her. “I could buy her flowers or—”

“Why don’t you knit her a beanie?”

I grabbed a lock of her hair and pulled.

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