Shameless. Kimberly Raye

like Swedish lace?”

      “I was talking about this.” He fingered the tip of one dark nipple peeking through the scalloped pattern. “And this.” He touched the other throbbing crest, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. “Definitely the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

      Heat speared her and she barely caught the moan that slid up her throat.

      “You like this, Slick?”

      “I…” Her answer faded in the swish of drapes. Jimmy’s hands fell away a heartbeat before Laverne’s familiar voice echoed around them.

      “I found a couple more dresses you might like—” The words stumbled to a halt as the woman came up short in the doorway. Her gaze ping-ponged between Jimmy and Deb, and she frowned before a thought seemed to strike. “You two doing research?”

      “Research?” Deb managed.

      “For that there column of yours. You and Jimmy working on the next Fun Fact—”

      “We are not doing research.”

      “Not yet,” Jimmy murmured, his voice for her ears only. Then he turned a smile, bright enough to melt Iceland, on the shop owner. “I got lost.”

      “Lost? In here?”

      “Sure enough. You’ve expanded the place since I got fitted for my last tux. You remember that?”

      A smile chased the suspicion from Laverne’s expression. “Your high school prom. You and Tack Brandon liked to turn my hair gray making me comb half the state looking for neon purple cummerbunds. You were every bit as sassy back then as you are now.”

      “And you were every bit as pretty. Harold’s a lucky man.”

      Laverne blushed a shade bright enough to match her dyed hair. “That’s what I keep telling him, but he listens about as well as he washes dishes.”

      Deb would have laughed at how easy the woman was taken in by a little masculine charm, except that her own heart was still pounding ninety to nothing.

      “Anyhow,” Jimmy went on, “I was trying to find my way to the men’s dressing room when I heard Deb, here. She needed help with her dress, and I’ve never been one to resist a damsel in distress.”

      “The, um, buttons stuck,” Deb added. Oh, God. Was that her trembling voice? No way. Her voice didn’t tremble, not on account of some man.

      She stiffened and snatched up the forgotten pink dress. “Come to think of it,” she snapped, “this thing has way too many buttons. Do you have anything with a zipper?”

      Laverne glanced at the pile in her arms and fished a dress free. “Try this.” She handed over a buttercup yellow shift with a side zipper before turning to Jimmy. “You come on with me, sugar, and I’ll give you a personal escort back to the men’s dressing room.”

      “I’d be mighty obliged.”

      “By the way,” Laverne asked as she hooked her arm through Jimmy’s. “Did I ever introduce you to my niece, Lurline? Why, she’s the prettiest girl in the county and she knows her chicken feed from her horse grain, let me tell you. You two would hit it off perfectly and I just happened to mention that you were getting fitted today. She’s right outside….”

      “We’ll settle this later,” he told Deb as the shop owner led him from the room.

      Later, as in he was giving Deb more time to think.

      To worry.

      To fantasize. And now after their too close encounter a few moments ago, she had even more fuel for those fantasies.

      Forget it.

      “Yes,” she blurted and he stopped, the motion jerking Laverne back a step.

      His gaze caught hers. “Yes to what?”

      “The two weeks.” She took a deep breath and tried to slow the blood zinging through her veins. “I’ll do it.”

      His grin was slow and heartstopping. “You mean, we’ll do it.” Then he winked, and did the last thing Deb expected.

      He walked away.