Page 36 of Resisting Mr. Granville

I’m not sure if Edie’s clothes will even fit Kennedy, but they’re roughly the same size, so there should be something that will at least suffice until I can buy her a new outfit.

I’m in the bathroom with her when she steps out of the shower and wraps a fluffy bath towel around her wet body.

“What’s that?” she asks, peering into the box I have open on the counter.

“Some of Edie’s old clothes.” I check her face, but nothing unpleasant registers. “If you want, you can look through and see if anything fits you. Just something you can wear temporarily until we get to the store and get you something of your own to wear.”

Apparently, she isn’t weirded out at all, because she reaches in and grabs out the woven coral sweater Edie was wearing when we got engaged. I start to grab it and tell her not that, but before I can, she says, “I love this.” She peeks inside the box. “Are there any leggings in here?”

“Uh, no. Leggings would have been donated, but there should be some pants.”

“All right. Thank you,” she says, flashing me a smile. “You’re sure it won’t be weird if I wear your wife’s clothes?”

I’m not at all sure of that, but she’s already claimed the sweater, and it will probably be weirder if I refuse to let her wear it.

I shake my head. “Pick out what you like. I’ll go downstairs and make some breakfast so we can eat before we go.”

Chapter ten

Milo

It’s weekend, so the mall is bustling.

Kennedy is in her element. We get smoothies and she hauls me through the mall, showing me everything she wants at the various shops. I’m so glad she’s not shy about stuff like that because I’m more than happy to buy her anything she needs.

When we go to the store where she says her work pants will be, she finds a couple of tops she likes, too. After that, we go to a clothing store I’m fairly certain I am too old to be in, but she finds a bunch of stuff she likes there. She gets a skimpy pair of sleep shorts and a matching top that will cover her tits but leave most of her skin visible, then she gets a sweater to wear over it in case she has to wear it around the boys.

She picks out a pair of snug jeans and a couple of necklaces.

“Can I get this?” she asks hopefully, holding up a little quilted faux-leather backpack or purse—I’m not sure what the hell it is. Looks too small to be practical, but it makes her happy, so I don’t care. When I tell her yes, she throws her arms around me and kisses me and tells me I’m the best.

I’m glad she’s having a good time, but I wish she had a few more experiences in her life where she simply got things she wanted.

She’s far from spoiled, and it makes me want to spoil her.

I carry around her bags full of leggings and tops, cheap necklaces and purses I don’t understand. I take her to get new headphones and she’s excited because they have them in rose gold now instead of “boring old black.”

There are so many bags, I decide to take them out to the car, but once my hands are free, I take hers and haul her back inside.

“I thought we were done,” she says.

“Nope. There’s one more store I’ve been looking forward to taking you to all day.”

She doesn’t ask, but she smiles mischievously when I haul her little ass into Victoria’s Secret.

“Ooh, I get new panties, too?”

“You can have whatever you want as long as you model it for me.”

She grins and drags me over to the table of underwear so we can get started.

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Once Kennedy has picked out all the scraps of clothing she’d like to try on, we head toward the back of the store.

“Do you need a fitting room?” the saleslady asks brightly, grabbing the hangers of items people decided not to buy so she can go restock them.

As Kennedy tells her yes, the woman’s gaze flickers to me. She does a double take, then looks back at Kennedy. Clearly, she’s registering the difference in our ages, and the unlikelihood that I’m Kennedy’s father given I’ve brought her to shop for sexy underwear.

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