Nursing the Soldier's Heart. Merrillee Whren
carried a rainbow of colors on her arm. Brady trailed after her. “Need help?”
She shook her head as she forged ahead. Since she’d handed him the dresses in the first store and their fingers had touched, she’d avoided giving him anything to hold.
“Give me your opinion.” She held up the first dress.
“It’s okay, but I think it’s a little long. I wouldn’t want Cora to trip on it. She has her walker to deal with.”
“Okay.” Kirsten laid the dress aside on the top of the nearby rack and held up the next one.
Brady shook his head. “It’s green, but it’s kind of a washed-out green.”
Kirsten showed him another dress. “I like the cranberry color.”
“Yeah, it’s bright.” Brady shrugged. “But it doesn’t have any bling, as you say.”
Kirsten chuckled. “You may have to compromise. Something tells me the perfect dress you have in mind doesn’t exist. What about this?”
“Too low cut.”
“This one?”
“Too short.”
Kirsten smiled. “Making sure she doesn’t show too much skin?”
“Yeah. I wouldn’t want her to accuse me of dressing her like a floozy, as she would say.” Brady smiled, thinking maybe he’d found Kirsten’s less serious side. She’d actually joked about something.
“Did Cora warn you about them?”
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