Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Daisy shrugged. “Why would I care what strangers think? If they take the time to get to know me, then they know I drew them.”
“I love mine,” said Tildy. “I look at it in the mirror all the time.” Then she leaned a little closer. “Do you know what a reverse cowgirl is?”
Abby laughed from across the table. Hawk shook his head and groaned.
Daisy grinned at her. “Honey, I’ve ridden more cowboys than horses.”
“Hawk likes to look at it while we’re... you know.”
“That’s why tattoos are sexy, honey. They’re a tiny little piece of your soul that you wear on the outside so everyone can see what you love the most.”
Tildy sighed wistfully and looked at him across the table. “He’s my soul mate.”
Daisy squeezed her arm and smiled warmly. “Well, hold on to him, honey. Not everybody gets one.”
Chapter 22
Two days later, Daisy walked to Tildy and Hawk’s place from the Rainbow. She glanced at Easy’s living room window, but the blinds were pulled and she couldn’t see in. Sighing, she mounted the steps of the other house and rang the doorbell. Tildy answered, in real clothes instead of a sleep shirt, and let her in. Daisy glanced around but didn’t see Hawk.
“He’s still at work,” said Tildy. “Easy, too. But they knock off early on Saturdays.”
Daisy shrugged. “Wasn’t all that interested. I’m here to try on dresses.”
Tildy gave her a knowing smile and Daisy scowled. “Okay, I’m a little interested,” she admitted. “For whatever that’s worth. He doesn’t seem to care.”
“We’ll put you in something fabulous,” Tildy replied. “Then you’ll see.”
She led Daisy down the hall to the last door. In the Master bedroom, the closet doors were open and Tildy’s wedding dress was hanging from one of them. It was off-white and short, as far as wedding dresses went. Daisy guessed it would hit Tildy just below the knee. It was strapless and had a bit of satin trim at the top and a matching strip at the waist. Daisy ran her hand over the creamy fabric and sighed. “This is beautiful, Tildy.”
Her new friend beamed. “I love it. Of course, my mother would hate it. It’s not traditional enough for her.” She shrugged. “Then again, neither is Hawk. He’s about as far from Tate as you could get.”
Daisy looked up from the dress. “Who’s Tate?”
Tildy blushed and bit her lip. “My ex-fiancée.”
Daisy grinned. “Tildy! Getting around all over town! Did you dump him for Hawk?”
Tildy shook her head. “Not really. I dumped him and Hawk happened to be there. It was... complicated. But I made the right choice. Hawk is... ” She sighed. “He’s everything Tate isn’t and everything I need.”
“Better in the sack, too, I’m guessing.”
Tildy flushed scarlet but laughed. “Way better,” she whispered. “I only slept with Tate once, but I can tell I’m not missing anything.” As she gazed down at her wedding dress, her hand fluttered to her lower belly.
“How long ‘til you know?” Daisy asked.
“Another week,” Tildy sighed. “It’s torture! I’d give anything to know. Hawk is so excited. It’s all he can talk about.”
“So, he likes kids?”
Tildy nodded. “He loves them. He’s got two little nephews that he adores.”
Daisy considered this. “Good in bed, loves kids, and the cat likes him. I don’t know this Tate, but I’d say you traded up.”
Tildy turned and pulled open the closet door. As she sorted through some dresses, she said, “Definitely.” She hesitated, then said, “Hawk’s so much... bigger, too.”
Daisy laughed. “The more I get to know you, Tildy, the more I like you. A size queen trying out all the men in town until she found the right fit. I’m starting to think maybe we should’ve gotten you a tramp stamp, instead,” she teased.
“Oh, hush!” Tildy scolded and pulled out a blue dress. “This one matches your eyes. Give it a try.”
Daisy took it from her and looked it over. It was sleeveless and short, as far as reception dresses went, she supposed. Tildy was the same height but a bit more on the scrawny side. “Tildy?” she asked. “How sure are you that my boobs are gonna fit in this thing?”
Tildy frowned and looked down at her own chest, then at Daisy’s. “Hmm. Wear a thin bra,” she suggested.
Daisy went to the bathroom and shut the door from behind her. There was a huge tub nestled in a corner under the window and Daisy knew she’d give anything for a soak. “Holy crap!” she said loudly.
“I know, right?” came Tildy’s voice through the door.
“How many people can you fit in there?” Daisy asked, stepping out of her shorts.
“Um... at least two.”
“Tramp!” Daisy called out. Tildy laughed in response.
Daisy squeezed into the thing and managed to zip it halfway up on her own. She frowned at herself in the mirror, not sure what to think. She’d never owned anything this nice. It felt, and looked, so strange that she couldn’t judge it for herself. Her tats stood out against the bright fabric and she had to admit her tits looked nice, too. She had more going on than Tildy by comparison, but it still wasn’t a lot. The dress made her look like she had more cleavage.