That evening, twenty minutes later than he wanted to do it, Axl walked in from his garage, calling, “Hattie, baby, I’m home.”

And within seconds, Hattie came flying into the kitchen, barefoot, wearing a long, yellow dress with little white flowers on it. It was fitted to her torso, had ruffles for the short sleeves, a flowy skirt and a slit up to the knee on her left leg.

Her hair was piled on top of her head and her face was panicked.

“Okay, I thought I had it together, but I didn’t,” she announced. “So I made Sly go shopping with me today and I bought seven dresses. I’ve switched out which one so many times, I think Sly might beg Brett to be taken off Hattie Detail. But I think this is the one. What do you think?”

He didn’t tell her what he thought.

He told her what he knew.

“You look beautiful.”

“No, seriously, what do you think?”

Axl was confused seeing as he’d just answered that question.

“Honey, you look beautiful.”

Looking down at herself, she shifted her hips side to side, which meant the skirt drifted around her legs.

Axl was watching that as she asked, “Is it too casual?” Then she decided for him. “It’s too casual. It doesn’t say Cherry Creek.”

He tore his eyes from her hips and stated firmly, “Hattie, look at me.”

She looked at him.

“You. Look. Beautiful,” he declared.

She kept gazing at him for a few beats before she said, “Okay. Phew. Now, hair up or down?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Down.”

“Right!” she for some reason cried loudly, then rushed out of the room, her skirt flying out behind her.

He found her in the bathroom, leaning over the sink, yanking something out of her hair.

It came tumbling down.

Well, hell.

That went straight to his dick.

He had to shower, and they had to get on the road. They didn’t have time for a quick fuck.

“Babe, I need to shower.”

She turned to him. “If my hair is down, I need product. And fiddle time. Are you okay to shower with me in the bathroom?”

“Of course.”

She grinned at him. “Then shower.”

And back she went to her hair.

He moved to his room, pulled off his clothes, tossed them on the chair, boots and socks remained on the floor, then walked naked back into the bathroom.

She turned to him again, her eyes doing a full body scan, but sticking on his cock.

This meant he got behind her, fit himself to her body, bent in and kissed her neck, getting a whiff of her perfume, feeling his cock stir (again), and he said in her ear, “You can have it later.”

“Mm,” she hummed.

He kissed her neck again then went to the shower.