Page 177 of Bodyguard By Night

Chaos stood and gave the baby a tiny wave before she joined us and poked me in the middle. “You’re being a good sport.”

I swallowed and gave her a tight smile. “All part of the service I provide.”

She went on her toes and brushed my lips with hers. “Thanks for giving us this. I know you’d rather keep me home.”

I kept my eyes open on hers.

She pulled back. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Weirdo.” She slipped her hand in mine and dragged me to the registers.

A cheery woman with dark hair checked us out and we moved onto the next soul-sucking store. Finally, we were in the vicinity of Vintage December’s shop where I could get my tux.

Rachel was more than happy to stop since she seemed convinced I hadn’t actually done the fitting. As if I could fake having a sized tux.

“Ah, Mr. Douglas, it’s nice to see you again.” Em came around the desk to meet us as we walked in.

“This place is amazing.” Rachel’s voice was breathy as she glanced around.

I could see my day going down the drain. She’d be just like Chaos and find an armful of clothes. Then she’d have to try them on and model them and by then, my brain would be leaking out of my ear.

“I’m December. Are you the bride?”

“Yes. And I’m heading to Greece for my honeymoon. Look at all the dresses you have!”

“I can tailor anything you need.”

“Even with the wedding being in just a few days?”

Em wiggled her fingers. “I’m magic.”

I tipped my head back with a groan.

“Your tux is in.” Em’s amusement at my predicament was evident in her tone. “I have it hung up near the dressing room if you want to try it on one more time for me?”

“He sure will.” Chaos pushed me farther into the store in the direction of the dressing rooms. “I’m still coming back in after the wedding, Em!”

“I’m counting on it. I’ll just help your sister?”

“Sure thing.” Willow planted her hands on my shoulders as she kept me moving forward. “We’ll just make sure that jacket fits.”

“I’m sure.” Em pressed her lips together against a smile.

“Gonna help me with my tux, Chaos?”

“Maybe.”

Okay, so maybe this wasn’t going to be a completely boring trip, after all.

She pushed me along like a drunk bumblebee until we got to the dressing room doors. I knew she was tempted to stop and touch all the floofy, colorful things hanging on racks, but she clearly had a plan in mind.

The dressing room door was open and she went in with me, sans tux.

“Why, Chaos. Did you have an ulterior motive for coming in here?”

She jerked at my belt. “Damn right I did.” She reached down into my jeans before I could get another breath.

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