Baggage Claim (Tru Exceptions - Christian Romantic Suspense Book 1) by Tru Amanda

Author:Tru, Amanda [Tru, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Walker Hammond Publishers
Published: 2014-01-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

After sitting on the floor of the fitting room and fuming for several minutes, Rachel's reason prevailed. She jerked on the offensive clothes and slathered on the makeup. As much as she would like to, she couldn't even give Dawson a much deserved tongue-lashing right now. The top priority was getting to the dock safely so they could get the bomb out of their possession and off the island of Manhattan. If she had to dress like a hooker to get that done, she would sacrifice her pride and do it with gusto. She wasn't going to waste precious time arguing with Dawson over his taste in disguises. She may not have a choice at the moment, but that in no way meant the man would escape completely unscathed. She would just have to postpone his punishment.

Clothes on, makeup applied, Rachel finally turned to the wig. Her own blond hair now hung in tangles and mats instead of its usual waves. Gathering it together and fastening it with a few pins included with the wig, she then secured the red mane.

Her ensemble complete, Rachel looked at herself in the mirror and grimaced. Her makeup was heavy, but not grotesque. The bright red lipstick made her pale skin appear almost porcelain, and the red wig stood out like fire. The tight clothes hugged her body, accentuating her long legs and curvy figure.

Rachel felt very self-conscious, especially about her bare abdomen. She wasn't used to exposing her belly button for all to see. She was about as far out of her comfort zone as she could get. Despite her insecurities, Rachel had to admit that, to the casual observer, she probably made a great-looking hooker. Almost too good. Dang that Dawson Tate!

Turning back to gather her stinky clothes, Rachel saw the gun lying on the floor. What was she supposed to do with that? Dawson had insisted she keep it, but it wasn't as if she could hide it under her shirt anymore. Her current disguise allowed no spare inch to hide anything on her person, much less a gun. Turning around the little room, she spotted a black purse on the floor. Dawson must have included it with the other things. She just hadn't noticed it before now. It was small, but the 9mm fit inside perfectly. If she didn't know better, she might accuse Dawson of being very thorough and almost thoughtful. But she definitely knew better. The jerk!

Rachel shoved aside the curtain and stepped out of the changing room.

Dawson was waiting. His eyes flew wide as he very conspicuously looked her over from top to bottom.

"Wow!" he said. "You look…"

"I didn't realize this was your type, Dawson," Rachel interrupted.

"It normally isn't. But, Montana, you are hot!

"I'd take that as a compliment if I wasn't currently dressed as a prostitute!" Rachel pinned him with an accusing glare.

Dawson grinned. "I wasn't even sure you'd put the clothes on."

"I didn't think I had a choice," Rachel replied. "Don't worry, though. I fully intend to get back at you for making me wear this.

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