Baring It All. Sandra Chastain

worry, Ted. You can trust me not to embarrass you. I’m the Good-News Girl, remember? At least until I get my big story.”

      At least Ted’s call took care of her decision. He’d made it for her. But in her gut she’d known she would have gone with Malone anyway. She was glad Ted hadn’t forced her to be specific about her shopping expedition. He’d never understand why she was buying sheets, plain, white cotton sheets with old-fashioned lace on the hem. She didn’t intend to allow Ryan Malone to ever see her bed, but knowing that she’d destroyed whatever new fantasy he was creating would make her feel as if she’d won her first skirmish.

      She went to her closet and considered what she would wear. No more green dresses. Tomorrow Sunny Clary would be strictly business, from the inside out.

      Tomorrow she’d be dressed in black. And, this time, the dress wouldn’t be all she was wearing.