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Everyone else had worn jeans

“You look nice, Ma his hand into hers, but she’d known she looked as out of place as she felt Each year since, she’d worn the white jeans and the silk T-shirt Each time, Tommy said she looked beautiful Would a man think so, too? Harman wouldn’t He didn’t like her in jeans, didn’t like her in silk, didn’t like—

Dawn pushed the clothing aside “Forget it I’”

“And you can borrow these,” Cassie said, kicking off her shoes

“Those? With the nine inch heels? No way”

“Three inch heels And I know, it’s not the ienic trade but I promise, cross my heart and hope to die, the nail polish on my toes works as an antiseptic”

Dawn laughed “I didn’t mean—Cass, this is just so silly…”

“Look, I just spent half an hour battling dust bunnies in your closet The least you can do is let s you own that pass for date clothes, okay?”

Dawn sighed “It’s all I’ to do” She slipped off her robe and stepped into the jeans, pulled on the T-shirt, slid her feet into Cassie’s shoes and gaped down at them They were all straps and heel “How do you walk in these things?”

“Slowly And carefully” Cassie grinned “Sorab your date’s arm for support, you know?”

“I don’t have a date”

“This is silly A perfectly nice man asks you to have dinner and you act as if a sex fiend invited you out for the evening What’s with you?”

“Nothing’s with me I just—I don’t—”

“Whoa” Cassie’s eyes narrowed “You don’t think he’s dangerous, do you? That he’s somehow connected to your ex?”

“No,” Dawn said, and meant it She’d discarded that idea aline Gray and Har—Gray and ine the, Cass I told you, I don’t have an `ex’ Legally, I’m still—”