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hand over the kid’s head and got up. “How was it?”
    KT shrugged. “Okay.”
    “It looked awesome on her,” Olivia assured him. “She’s getting it.”
    “I’m getting it for her.” He pulled out his wallet at he met them at the counter.
    “No.” KT put a hand on his to stall him. “I’ll buy it.”
    He leaned in so his lips were against her ear, and he whispered, “I’m buying it. It’s my way of giving you a handicap when we play strip poker.”
    “You think I need an advantage?”
    “That, too.” He kissed her and then handed his card to Olivia.
    “Oh boy,” Olivia said. “The game is on.”

Chapter Six
    Bijou stood on a raised platform in the middle of her best friend’s loft, staring at the reflection of herself in a wedding dress in the three-way mirror in front of her. Filling the living space that doubled as a showroom, there were mannequins, all wearing wedding dresses designed by Rosalind, like headless bridal sentries.
    It was surreal.
    Bijou touched the lace cap sleeve of the dress Rosalind had made her try on. It was wispy, like gossamer petals. The lower half of the gown draped in longer layers of the same fairy material.
    She started to fidget, but then stopped when she remembered Rosalind’s not-so-veiled threats about unraveling the loose stitches. Bijou felt—odd. She’d never had cause to try on a wedding dress before. She always expected to get married, just not until she got her career established. She’d never even imagined it.
    But now, standing in some other woman’s dress, she couldn’t help picturing herself walking down the aisle. In a perfect world, her sister would sing a song Bijou had written specially for the day, and her dad would walk her to meet her beloved, who’d wait for her with an expression of awe and adoration.
    For some reason, her imaginary groom looked just like Will Shaw, which was absolutely ridiculous, because he was so her type. There’s no way was she going to marry someone she was attracted to.
    “Crazy,” she muttered, shaking her head.
    “What’s crazy?” Rosalind asked, re-entering her loft’s large living area, which doubled as a showroom. She slipped a pincushion around her wrist and frowned as she fiddled with the neckline.
    “Using me to fit this dress,” she improvised, not wanting to open that can of worms. Rosalind had known her too long and too well. They’d met each other at boarding school. Rosalind had been there on forbearance, because her father had lost most of his fortune and couldn’t afford the steep tuition. She and Bijou used to joke that they’d been made roommates because they were both pariahs. Bijou, the gauche daughter of American rock stars, and Rosalind, the impoverished daughter of an earl. It’d been instant kinship that had lasted years. “Isn’t it bad luck for me to wear the bride’s dress?”
    Rosalind shook her head as she pinned the bodice. “That’s an old wives’ tale. You’re the same size as she is, only taller, and I’d much rather have you here than her. But if it makes you feel any better, this wedding is already doomed to fail. In which case, it’s important that the bride at least looks fabulous so I get the repeat business.”
    Bijou grinned. “You’re heartless.”
    “I’m a businesswoman at heart. A quarter turn, love.”
    She glanced at her watch. “How much longer?”
    “Do you have someplace to be?” her friend asked as she rearranged the drape of the train.
    “Yes.” KT’s appointment with Will Shaw. Though KT didn’t know about it, so Bijou had to wrangle her.
    Rosalind paused and looked up at her suspiciously. “Where?”
    “None of your business.”
    Rosalind quirked her eyebrow. “Maybe I’ll be designing a dress for you sooner than expected.”
    “You can’t seriously think that, considering my past.”
    “Darling, Brice was a wanker. You can’t judge all men by him.”
    “I’m not,” she lied.
    “Are you seriously going to try to lie to