Tracking You. Kelly Moran

cocked a hip. “Not if you wear your pretty little sundresses or jeans, they won’t. You need to snazz it up. Make them see you differently. We’re going shopping after work.”

      She closed her eyes and sought patience. If she couldn’t be herself, would she really want a guy noticing her when she wasn’t? “The last time we went shopping, I wound up with a drawer full of see-through panties.” Which no one saw but her. Her love life was a sad state of affairs when her cat and her gay friend were the only ones who viewed her undergarments.

      “And those are hot. We’re going to buy you an outfit to ensure someone has the desire to take it off.”

      Sounded like a lost cause. “Fine. But I draw the line at miniskirts.”

      Brent frowned. “You take the fun out of everything.” His gaze skimmed over her as if plotting. “We need to do your makeup, too. Slut you up a tad.” She opened her mouth to argue, but he turned to Zoe. “You can do it.”

      Zoe fisted her hands on her hips. “And what makes you think I know anything about slutty makeup application?”

      Brent’s eyebrows shot up in an oh please move.

      “Okay, I totally do.” Zoe sighed and looked at her. “One come-fuck-me makeup job, coming up. I’ll be over Saturday morning. Buck up. My cartoon caricature booth is right next to yours. We can make fun of people behind their backs.”

      Zoe had done all the murals inside the clinic. Though she never called herself an artist, she was pretty great. For most of the town events, she was parked at a booth selling quick caricature sketches. Maybe the Spring Fling would be less sucky with Zoe to hang with.

      They opened the exam room door and she followed them down the hall. “I can dress myself and do my own cosmetics, you know.”

      Brent laughed so hard tears trekked his cheeks.