Safe in the Fireman's Arms. Tina Radcliffe

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СКАЧАТЬ tapped her toe. “Why is it, do you suppose, that you have set such a low bar for your personal life?”

      Susan’s words hit the target with impeccable precision. “Um...I...” The air whooshed from Maggie’s lungs, deflating her outrage.

      Okay, fine. Susan was right. Maggie had spent a lifetime making her parents’ priorities her priorities, barely eking out a life of her own. Truth be told, she’d never even lived on her own until now. Pretty much everything in her life was a reflection of her parents’ choices.

      “Well?” Susan asked as she continued to tap an annoying beat on the tile floor.

      Resistance was futile. Maggie took a deep breath. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

      “That’s the attitude. Nothing like a little martyrdom to spark a well-deserved change.”

      Maggie glared.

      “You go right into that first dressing room.” Susan wiggled her fingers toward the back of the shop. “I’ll bring you some things to try on.”

      No sooner had Maggie stepped into the tiny dressing room than the louver doors burst open and Susan entered with a tall stack of clothing in her arms.

      “You can’t be serious,” Maggie said.

      “We’re simply checking for sizing. If they fit, put them in one pile. Those that don’t fit you can put in another pile.”

      “Fit. I’ll give you fit,” Maggie muttered as she quickly held up each garment, discarding most as too revealing, clingy or outrageous.

      “How are you doing in there?”

      “All done.” Maggie came out holding two hangers. One with an eyelet-trimmed, peach peasant blouse and the other with a pair of forest-green capris.

      Susan looked from the garments to Maggie. “They aren’t neutral, I’ll give you that.”

      “Good. Right?”

      “It’s a start. Now look what I found in today’s shipment from Denver.” Susan waved a coral dress on a pink satin hanger through the air.

      The fabric shimmered and shined in a manner that definitely said “look at me.”

      “A dress?” Maggie asked.

      “Not just any dress, this is your dress for the supper. No point in trying anything else on. This is you, and there isn’t another one like it in the area. You will be the envy of every woman in a twenty-five-mile radius.” Susan shoved the dress at her. “I’ll wait right out here.”

      Maggie slipped the confection over her head. “I can’t breathe,” she muttered, easing the fabric over her waist and setting it on her hips.

      “Breathe later. Come on out here.” Susan tugged on Maggie’s arm, pulling her to the center of the shop.

      “Oh, yes. Definitely, yes,” Susan murmured.

      “Yes what?”

      “It’s perfect.”

      Maggie smoothed down the bodice, appreciative of the modest neckline. The fabric nipped her waist then flared. A layer of sheer material covered the skirt as well as the cap sleeves, adding to the gossamer illusion.

      Could she, Maggie Jones, pull off wearing a dress like this?

      “Now wait right here, I’ll pin the hem and—” Susan stopped midsentence. “I nearly forgot. I need to call and make a hair appointment for you at the Emporium before they’re booked solid.”

      “There’s nothing wrong with my hair.”

      Susan simply shook her head and walked away.

      “I said, there’s nothing wrong with my hair,” Maggie called after her cousin. She pushed several loose strands back into her ponytail. Wandering around the shop, she stopped to examine a colorful array of silk blouses lined up on hangers like ice-cream parlor flavors in rainbow shades of raspberry, pistachio, lemon and peach.

      Turning, Maggie caught her reflection in the mirror. At least she thought it was her. Hmm, it was like her head was on someone else’s body. There was something special about the dress. Susan was right.

       “Whoa.”

      “Excuse me?” Maggie whirled around, bumping into a display of scarves. Lace and satin slithered to the floor. Her gaze moved from the puddle of color on the floor to Jake MacLaughlin, who stared at her, his mouth agape.

      He reached down to scoop up the material at the same moment she did. Their heads knocked.

      “Sorry. You okay?” he asked.

      “Yes.” She rubbed her forehead. “Are you supposed to be in here?”

      “Why wouldn’t I?”

      “Isn’t it bad luck or something?”

      “I think that’s brides,” Jake said, handing her back the pile of scarves.

      “Oh.” Maggie shoved the tangled material onto the glass display counter. “Did you need Susan?”

      “Nope.” He eyed her for a moment longer.

      “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” she asked, her voice rising an octave.

      His mouth curled into a slow grin. “I’m trying to decide.”

      “Stop that,” she demanded, flustered.

      “Stop what?”

      “That smile.”

      “What’s not to smile about? That’s a nice dress.”

      “Right.” Maggie inhaled. “Look, you’re a very handsome man, and I am sure you are accustomed to women drooling over you—”

      “Drooling?” He choked on a laugh.

      “Yes.”

      “Wait, back up there a minute. You think I’m handsome?’

      “Don’t mess with me, Chief MacLaughlin.” She headed toward the dressing room.

      “Jake, it’s Jake,” he called after her. “And trust me, I am not messing with you.”

      Maggie stopped and glanced over her shoulder. “I guess you haven’t noticed that half the women in this town are in love with you.”

      “Big on sweeping generalities, aren’t you?”

      “I’m not blind.” She opened the louver door. “Stay right there.”

      Jake cleared his throat. “What is it about you? We always seem to get off on the wrong foot. You notice that?”

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