Same with the way he’d kissed her. God. It had started with the brushing of lips, so soft and sweet. She’d thought her heart would beat right out of her chest. But—just like that—it had turned carnal. He’d been so hungry for her. And it had made her desperate and hot, swollen and wild.

It had been so good. But she’d barely gotten to touch him when he’d pulled away.

Still…

Brodie Bowie thinks I’m sexy as fuck.

The problem was, she needed to feel it. And she didn’t in these jeans that looked like something she’d wear to muck out stalls in a barn. God, why is it so hot in here? She couldn’t stand to wear this ill-fitting shirt one more second. Yanking it off, she hurled it onto the pile of clothes she’d discarded.

“How’s it going?” Skylar asked. “Can I see?”

“No. I’m not…There’s nothing to see…” She sounded as frustrated as she felt.

“Okay, open the door and let me in.”

“Just a second.” She had to unearth her stupid, boring beige capri pants. Shoving her leg in felt like stepping into a smelly dumpster. Her whole being resisted. This isn’t me. But she threw on her cotton boat-neck shirt and opened the door.

“I brought you…” Sky’s jaw snapped shut, as she took in the mess in the dressing room. “Okay, someone’s obviously ransacked your dressing room. I’m going to get security.” And then she looked at Rosalina, and her humor turned to compassion. “I brought you these, but they’re more of the same, so I’m just going to put them over here.” She stepped back out of the room and placed the shirts on the hanging rack. Coming back, she closed the door. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“Nothing fits.”

“Like, literally, out of this entire warehouse, not a single thing fits you?” Skylar eyed the mountain of clothing. “Or maybe this isn’t your style?”

“I mean, I want to fit in here, but no, this isn’t my style.”

And, really, wasn’t she just trading in the princess costume for the cowgirl one?

“That’s the beauty of the wild, wild west,” Skylar said. “Nobody cares what you wear. I’ll bet that’s why so many wealthy people own homes here, because they can totally let their hair down.”

She desperately wanted to ask about Cassian, but she’d never break Brodie’s confidence, so she kept her mouth shut. But, come on, Cassian Ellis lives here.

And he’s Skylar’s cousin.

“Rosie, you can be whatever you want here,” Skylar continued. “You want to be your glamorous and sophisticated self, do it. You want to wear sweatpants to the grocery store, no one’s going to blink an eye.”