New Girl in Town by Carter Rebel

Author:Carter, Rebel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Violet Gaze Press
Published: 2019-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

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“What is that?” Grant asked, hands on his hips, looking at me like I had grown an extra arm. We were in a tractor supply store—yes, tractor supply—but Grant had insisted it would be the place in town to get my wardrobe winterized—at least to start.

“We can go somewhere fancier after, but trust me on this. You’re going to need heavy boots and a coat, and this place is the best for that.”

I’d slid into the store, courtesy of my tractionless flip flops, and I didn’t miss the side-eye looks from the customers and workers. Okay, so maybe they weren’t the most practical footwear. Blushing at the attention my flip flops had garnered, I’d scrambled after Grant and found a handful of more durable and weather-appropriate shoes, some of which could even be called cute and stylish.

Tractor supply stores. Who knew.

From there I’d taken off, grabbing any and everything that caught my eye. I was going to embrace weather-appropriate, but only if it made me look good. Otherwise I’d freeze. There were limits, after all.

Except that Grant now gave me a less than impressed look at the item I’d just sailed out of the dressing room wearing.

“It’s flannel,” I answered, frowning at the look on his face. “What’s with the look?”

“That’s not flannel.”

I gestured down the length of my body and turned to look in the full-body mirrors in front of me. “Unless my eyes deceive me, this is definitely flannel.” I wore a purple and blue patterned flannel button-up that hugged my curves just right. I glanced over my shoulder at him. “I thought you of all people would recognize and appreciate this attire, Grant.”

Grant shook his head and ran a hand over his face with a muffled sigh. "That is NOT a flannel." He stepped close to me and caught the thin material between his fingers. "What is this even made...oh my god, this a damn polyester blend. This isn't going to keep you warm for a second in the snow, Aurora."

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Then what should I wear?”

Grant looked around and nodded in approval when his eyes landed on a top. “This,” he said, holding the top up in front of him, "this is flannel.”

I pulled a face at the oversized button-up he held. It was red and black, and would have no trouble doubling as a tent for some circus act. “That is a stunt double for a tent,” I told him.

“Try it on.” At my dubious look Grant added, “Just humor me, sweetheart.”

“Fine.” I plucked the top from his hand and shook my head. Turning on my heel, I went back into the dressing room and shrugged on the new top. Once it was on I scowled, turning my head this way and that as I took in the angles this flannel gave me, which amounted to zero.

“You okay in there?” Grant asked, knocking on the door.

“This thing is horrendous,” I called out to him.

“Come on out.”

“No.”

“Aurora...it can’t be that bad.

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