Page 32 of Eleven of a Kind

“Okay?” Her brows furrowed. “Gabriel thinks a lot of women are gorgeous.”

“No, you don’t understand, babe. He had a look on his face. A smitten look. Besides, it was the way he said she was gorgeous. There was a distinct tone in his voice.”

“Don’t you think you’re blowing this way out of proportion?” Ava asked.

“No, I don’t. He’s my twin, babe. I know him better than anyone.”

She pulled up the address, and I typed it into the GPS. When we entered the store, a young woman with black hair approached us.

“Welcome to Primrose. If I can help you find anything, let me know.” She smiled.

“Is that her?” Ava whispered.

“I don’t know. Excuse me, and your name is?” I asked.

“Tara.”

“Thank you, Tara. We’ll let you know. Nope, not her.” I whispered in Ava’s ear.

“There are some adorable things here,” Ava said as she pulled out a shirt and held it up. “How have I never been in this store?”

“Keep looking. I’ll buy you anything you want, babe.” I kept scanning the store for Piper.

“You’re out of control, Grayson.”

“No, I’m not.” I kissed the side of her head. “I love you and want you to have nice things.”

She rolled her eyes and continued shopping.

“Hey, Piper,” I heard Tara shout from the register. “We’re out of paper for the receipts.”

A woman with long blonde hair came out from the back.

“Here you go.” She smiled as she handed the roll to her.

“That’s her,” I whispered.

“Wow. She is gorgeous.” Ava smiled.

“Excuse me,” I said. “My girlfriend would like to try these items on.”

“I don’t need to—”

“Yes, you do, babe.”

Piper walked over and took the two shirts from Ava’s hand.

“Follow me.” Piper smiled.

After Ava shot me a look and closed the fitting room door, I looked at Piper.

“This is a really nice shop.”

“Thank you.” A bright smile crossed her lips.

“The owner has excellent taste in clothing.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” she said.

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