Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Good Lord,” he mumbled and walked down the hall to his bedroom.
“Where are you going?” I called out.
“To take a cold shower! All this talk of breasts.”
I laughed and headed back into the living room. I’d found a website that walked me through gauging my sizes with a tape measure. I was hoping the clothes would fit. It would be glorious to wear something other than Liam’s clothes.
A lot of the bags said Connection, which appeared to be a women’s boutique. Three other bags said Crazy and Beautiful Boutique. I opened one of those—and gasped before closing the bag again.
“Panties,” I whispered. I couldn’t help but wonder if Liam had looked through any of the bags. Giggling, I gathered them all up and headed up to my room, where I laid everything out on the bed. He must have paid that woman a small fortune. There were also beauty products, including moisturizer, face soap, body soap, and some makeup. Not much, but a few essentials.
After laying it all out, I hopped around like a little girl. Everything was so lovely. There were shorts, T-shirts, a couple pairs of jeans, dress pants, the cutest dresses I’d ever seen…or at least since I’d lost my memory. A couple of sweaters, a hoodie, a light rain jacket with the most adorable matching hat. Flannel pajamas, as well as a very sexy nightgown. Sexy panties, comfortable panties, and a few that looked like granny panties.
“Period panties,” I said with a giggle. Who was this Mrs. Grace? I was going to have to personally thank her when this was all over and done.
There were plenty of hangers for me to hang things up, and a dresser for other items. I searched my new stash of clothes and tried to decide what I should wear first. I was tired of swimming in Liam’s sweats.
In the end, I picked out a light beige sweater, since it was only in the mid- to upper-sixties today, and a pair of jeans that had a few strategically placed holes. I slipped on new socks that fit me perfectly, wincing because my feet were still so tender.
Mrs. Grace had also bought me a pair of sneakers, flats to wear if I wanted to dress things up, and a pair of super-cute hiking boots. I went with the boots. They fit like a glove, but my feet were still healing, so I hoped they stretched just a bit.
I ended up putting on Liam’s slippers, instead. I looked in the mirror and decided to do a little primping.
“I’m heading out to do some work on the ranch, Mallory,” Liam called up the steps.
“Okay! Be careful.”
He replied, back, “Always. Don’t answer the door, but I highly doubt anyone will be stopping by.”
“Got it!” I called back, putting mascara on before I stared at my reflection in the mirror. “You can remember how to apply makeup, but you don’t know your own age.”
A dash of blush and light pink lipstick rounded out the simple makeup routine. I brushed out my hair with the soft brush that was also among all the goodies, then pulled it back into a pony. I stared at myself for a moment. My hair was brown, but the sun revealed gold highlights. I decided I liked my hair, and wondered if I had paid for those highlights or if they were natural.
After putting away the makeup and shower items in the guest bathroom, I smiled, wondering what Mrs. Grace might’ve thought when Liam gave her my list. I’d asked for nearly everything I thought I’d need, but not nearly as much as she’d actually bought. The one thing I forgot was razors, I realized belatedly. But I supposed I could use Liam’s.
There’d been one other small bag in the mix. There was a note on it from Liam that simply said, “For when you’re bored.” Inside, there were a few fiction books, some crossword magazines, and a journal.
I stared at the journal and wondered if that was something I used to do. The idea of writing down one’s thoughts and feelings seemed foreign to me, but I was willing to give it a try.
I took the journal and one of the books and started downstairs. Dinner for this evening was already planned, so I could relax on the sofa, or maybe go out back and read for a bit.
When I got to the bottom step, the front door opened again, and Liam rushed in.
“I forgot my—” His words cut off abruptly as he came to a stop.
“What did you forget?” I asked as I stepped off the last step.
Liam’s eyes moved slowly up my body until his gaze landed on mine. “Wow! You look gorgeous, Mallory.”
A nervous bubble of laughter slipped free as I looked down at myself. “It’s amazing what happens when you wear clothes made for you, and not oversized men’s sweats.”