“Surprise,” Cassie shouted as she came through the door of the ski shop with Bear. “Someone needs some more appropriate clothing.”
Kirsten locked eyes with the handsome Scot and gave him a shy smile. They’d made a connection last night in that brief moment at her car. She wasn’t sure what it was, but if those butterflies in her stomach were any indication, she was in trouble. She tore her glance away and focused on Cassie. That should help, but it didn’t. She fidgeted with her hair, stammered out something that sounded like, “Sure. I’d be happy to help.” She felt like a sixteen year old on her first date.
They walked to the back of the shop where the men’s clothing hung on racks from the floor to the ceiling.
“Let’s see.” Kirsten began going through the racks, unsure of what she was looking for and very aware of the hunk of masculinity standing close behind her. “What did you have in mind?” She glanced over her shoulder to see that Bear seemed as uncomfortable shopping for clothes as she was pretending to be helpful.
“He needs some shirts, sweaters, jeans, socks. You know, pretty much everything.”
“Didn’t you bring clothes with you?” she asked, feeling somewhat bewildered.
“They lost all their luggage. Can you believe that?” Cassie explained.
“Sure,” Kirsten muttered. “Okay, let’s start with t-shirts. I’ve got some on sale back there.” She pointed into the furthest corner of the store where she kept all the clearance items. “How many are you thinking?”
“I’d say one for every day of the week. He can wear them under his shirt or sweater.”
Kirsten got to work pulling out tees and holding them up to him. His dark hair and eyes looked perfect with just about any color. As they made their choices, she handed them all to Cassie, who seemed to be enjoying herself.
“This reminds me of when Ross first came to town. I had to do the same for him. Remember?”
“I do,” Kirsten chuckled. “Okay, now jeans. What size do you wear?”
“I do no’ ken,” Bear said, looking confused.
“You should measure him. European sizes are different.”
“Right.” Kirsten got her tape measure and then did a strange dance of moving forward and back, feeling uncomfortable with the closeness she’d be experiencing. Finally she took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around his waist. A quick glance up told her he was enjoying this. Maybe more than she was. The tape fell out of her hands and she had to try again. Not that she minded. He smelled really good. Very woodsy. Finally she got a measurement and backing away almost tripped over Cassie. “Sorry.”
“No worries,” Cassie laughed.
She quickly grabbed a few pairs of the right size and sent him into the dressing room to try them on. “OMG,” she mouthed to Cassie after he was out of sight. The two of them burst into giggles.
“Use a tape measure much?” Cassie teased.
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