Pierce My Heart (Women of Willowbrook Book 1) by Kelsey Jensen Page B

meant, “hurry”, before her tongue lolled out and she started panting.
    Too cute.
    The second the bowl touched down, her face was in and she was hoovering it up. The way she was scarfing it down, I knew I’d have to get more and soon, but the small bag had enough to last us till after breakfast tomorrow.
    I’d ask Maddy what else I needed tonight when we went over for dinner.
    After I finished that, I headed back into the kitchen to start on the brownies.
     
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    It was after I mixed the brownies.
    After Evan left her perch and threatened me with certain death if I didn’t hand over the mixing spoon.
    And after shoving the brownies in the oven to bake with counter promises of certain death to Evan if she ate more than two brownies before we left (because I knew there was no way she wouldn’t eat at least two beforehand), that Evan reminded me what I was in store for that night.
    I was in the process of changing out my white tank for a black one so I could throw my red gauzy shawl over it, when Evan came marching in and yanked the top out of my hand. I stood there for a minute, staring at her, wondering if she’d finally gone full-on mental.
    “What the hell, Evan?”
    “I know you met hottie with a body today, but Robby’s friend is coming tonight and you’re upping your hot.”
    Crimeny.
    How could I have forgotten their set up?
    I didn’t dwell on that since I was stuck back at her ridiculous beginning.
    “What does he have to do with anything?”
    She gave me a look that screamed ‘duh’.
    “Um, hello . Because he was all about you, babe. He saw you strut into the shelter, ass swaying, and he didn’t like it. And when I say he didn’t like it, I mean he didn’t just like it, he was all over, wrapped up in, and about it. His eyes did not leave the door for a good couple minutes, and the only reason they did was so he could walk his fine ass in after you. Naturally I followed, and the other two followed behind me. No way were we missing the show.”  
    I gawked at her.
    Seriously?
    “Evan, I didn’t even get his name and it’s not like he was on his knees begging for mine. He was just being nice,” I said lamely, looking for an excuse to diminish the situation.
    I didn’t need her to figure out how much he’d actually affected me. She’d never let it go.
    “Are you dumb? He was not being nice. That was way more than nice, girl,” she insisted.
    “Okay, so his attention felt like more than just being nice, but wouldn’t he have at least asked me for my name?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Besides, Grace threw herself in his arms and he didn’t seem to have any qualms about her being in them by the look of happiness on his face.”
    She had no response to that, just a look that said she clearly didn’t like that she had no response.
    She sallied forth.
    “Well, then all the more reason to look hot as Hades for the guy coming tonight. Show him that you’re worth way more than just asking for your name.”
    I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, took a breath, then rolled them back to her.
    She had a triumphant look on her face.
    Mine was defeated.
    “Whatever.”
    After she’d picked my outfit out, helped me curl the ends of my hair and reapply my makeup, she took off so she could get ready.
    She’d picked out a cute, albeit too fancy, three-quarter sleeve black dress that buttoned all the way down, not leaving much to the imagination. A wide black belt that had a braided infinity symbol hooking the two sides together to cinch and sit under my bust, and some never-wear-for-more-than-a-couple-hours-sitting-down black, peep-toe heels. They had a ruffles and stones decorating the material that crossed over my foot, all sweet and dainty while the heel was skinny, tall, and lethal.
    There was absolutely no way I was wearing any of it.
    It all said date. That I was trying hard to impress this mystery guy.
    If I was doing this shit, I was doing