Chapter 17

Dallas

I watch Paige shuffle through the hangers on the hunt for a new bathing suit. She seems very into it, and that’s why I say nothing about us being in the children’s department. Maybe her plan is to wear Bambi over her tits so that I won’t spend the entire day checking her out on our trip on the yacht tomorrow?

My fingers curl tighter around my coffee cup. Paige is too into her search to pay me any attention, so I take a seat on a nearby chair, watching my fiery little redhead until the sales clerk approaches her.

“Sweetie, do you need help with anything?”

Sweetie?

I lift my eyebrows. The sales clerk woman must think Paige is a child, probably because her left arm is acting like a hanger for a bunch of children’s clothing. Paige is also pretty short and isn’t using makeup which gives her a very youthful look.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Paige replies with a tight smile before returning her attention to the bathing suits.

That’s my Paige—determined and fully focused on her task.