Buzzing past Fisher, I hopped into the Outback and sped down the street in mad search of something to wear. Just under two hours later, I returned with a new outfit, shoes, and a smaller handbag.

With under an hour to get ready, I shaved everything … and I hadn’t shaved everything ever. Then I slathered lotion on all my shaved areas, dried my hair, curled it, and applied makeup the way my mom used to apply makeup.

Smoky eyes.

A bit of pink high on my cheekbones.

And red lips.

I made a final inspection in the mirror as I stuffed the essentials into my new clutch. My dad had to be turning over in his grave. And God? I could only imagine.

White shorts that barely … just barely covered my backside making my legs look even longer. A floral, sleeveless spaghetti strap top. And nineties inspired platform shoes with straps around my ankles.

After a quick glance at my watch, I made my way up front. There was no car in the driveway aside from Fisher’s truck, so I stood under his covered porch and waited, clutching my purse in both hands.

“She’s running a few minutes late. You can wait inside.”

I turned toward Fisher’s voice.

Well, dang …

He was freshly showered with dark jeans that looked fairly new, gray leather sneakers with thick white soles, and a faded gray tee that molded to his chest and shoulders. His biceps looked twice as big, and the veins in his arms did weird things to me. Veins weren’t supposed to be sexy.

“O-okay …” I gulped.

He eyed my legs for a long moment before meeting my gaze as I walked toward the door. “I have a feeling someone will get beat up or arrested tonight.”

“Why would you say that?” I stopped just inside his front door.

“Because you’re eighteen going on thirty.”

“Don’t talk like a parent, Fisher.”

He shut the door and leaned against it, crossing his sexy arms over his even sexier chest. “Fine. Every guy that sees you is going to get a hard-on. And I promised Rory I’d keep an eye on you.”

“I’m sure Angie doesn’t want you keeping an eye on me.”

He narrowed his eyes at my chest, ignoring my Angie comment. “For fuck’s sake … are you wearing a bra?”

I glanced down. “No. I can’t wear one with this top.”

“Then go change tops and put on a bra.”

“Again … too much parental talk. I don’t need you to dress me.”

“And I don’t need my horny brother seeing your nipples.”

Glancing down again, I shook my head. “It’s a dark shirt. You can’t see them.”

“I can see their outline … I can see they are erect.”

I slowly ran the pads of my fingers over them to push my nipples in so he couldn’t see them anymore.