Red
Moored in a ladies discreet apparels department wasn’t what Daniel needed today.
“Oh!” His crimson-red face twisted away as a large woman held a too small bra up to her for size comparison.
Had he known, been more astute to deduce what Sam was asking him, he could’ve gotten out of this, been far from here. But now… no way. Damn his philanthropic tendencies—a cacophonic overture to this shopping hell.
Where’d Sam go? What the heck’s this Bling-thing Cassie wants? Ask?
Nudging a sparkly belt, he dropped his hand quickly when he caught a curious eye.
No way.
The End
