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two.”
    â€œWhat kind? What color?”
    She grimaced. “Well, I don’t know!”
    â€œYou’ll have to come with me to Phoenix,” he said. “There are some big department stores there.”
    â€œWhy not Carter’s Men’s Shop in Sweetwater?” she protested.
    His jaw tightened. “No way am I going in there with you, while old man Carter laughs in his whiskers watching us.”
    She almost laughed at the fierce way he said it. “Okay. Phoenix it is.”
    â€œTomorrow,” he added firmly. “It’s Saturday,” he reminded her when she started to protest. “You can’t have any business that won’t wait until Monday.”
    â€œThat sounds as if I’d better not,” she laughed.
    â€œYou work too hard as it is,” he said. “Tomorrow you’ll have a holiday. I’ll even buy you lunch. You can teach me some table manners at the same time.”
    It looked like this was going to be a fulltime job, but suddenly she didn’t mind. The project might be fun at that. After all, Carson did have distinct possibilities. His physique was superb. Why hadn’t she ever noticed that? She lifted her cup and sipped her coffee while Carson slurped his.
    â€œThat’s the first thing,” she said, indicating the cup. “Sip, don’t slurp.”
    And when he tried it, unoffended, and succeeded, she grinned at him. He grinned back and a wild flare of sensation tingled up her spine. She’d have to be careful, she told herself. After all, she was revamping him for another woman, not herself. And then she wondered why that was such a depressing thought.

Chapter Three
    I f it had sounded like a simple thing, helping Carson buy clothes, Mandelyn soon lost her illusions.
    â€œYou can’t be serious,” he told her, glaring as she tried to convince him that a pale blue pinstriped shirt with a white collar was very trendy and chic. “The boys would laugh me out of the yard.”
    She sighed. “Carson, it’s a whole new world. Nobody has to go around in white shirts anymore unless they want to.”
    â€œWhat kind of tie would I wear with that…thing,” he asked shortly, while the small salesman hovered nearby chewing on his lower lip.
    â€œA solid one, or something with a small print.”
    â€œGod save us,” Carson burst out.
    â€œAnd with a solid colored shirt—say, pink—you’d wear a striped tie.”
    â€œI’m not wearing pink shirts,” he retorted. “I’m a man!”
    â€œA caveman,” she agreed. “If you don’t want my advice, I’ll go buy a tube of lipstick.”
    â€œHold it,” he called as she started to walk away. He stared down at the packaged shirt. “All right, I’ll get it.”
    She didn’t smile, but it took an effort. Her eyes went over him. He was wearing a beige corduroy jacket and a worn white turtleneck shirt and tan polyester slacks. He’d had a haircut and a shave, though, and already he looked different. In the right clothes, he’d be an absolute knockout, she realized.
    After a few minutes, she convinced him that striped shirts weren’t at all effeminate, and he bought several more in different colors and ties to match. Then she coaxed him toward the suits.
    The salesman took him to the changing rooms, and when he came back minutes later in a vested blue pinstriped suit wearing a blue shirt and burgundy tie, she almost fell off her chair. He didn’t look like Carson anymore, except for the rigid features and glittering blue eyes.
    â€œOh, my,” she said softly, staring at him.
    His expression softened just a little. “Will I do?” he asked.
    â€œYes, you’ll do,” she agreed, smiling. “Women, look out!”
    He smiled reluctantly. “Okay, what else do I need?”
    â€œHow about something tan?” she asked. “One of those Western-cut