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a fabulously different cut and taken the time to use a few different levels of bleach on her hair to make a fashionable ombré hue out of her boring cap of brown.
    No more bowl cut. She’d left herself in Courtney’s capable hands and told her to go crazy. She felt lighter and freer already. The perfect way to start off her date with Rafe.
    Well, not really a date. More like a mutually beneficial night out. She could find herself a guy to flirt with, and maybe she could find a girl for Rafe. He needed to let loose.
    He could follow her lead for once. It would be good for him.
    And best of all, that silly teenager’s crush she’d once had on him? Totally banished. Lackluster sex had a way of doing that to a girl. So she could put aside their frenemy status and happily help him choose someone to break out of his architect mold with.
    Hopefully while she was breaking out of some molds herself.
    She parked, grabbed her shopping bags, and took the side stairs two at a time. She’d converted the back half of the house to a pseudo-apartment for herself.
    It wasn’t much, but at least she had her own space. It had been more important to hoard her money to rent one of the new apartments being built on the edge of town.
    Quinn had been growing in the last few years. Instead of pushing people outside the town limits, they were finally getting a little new construction to go with the new businesses sprouting up.
    She was impatiently waiting for her number to be picked from the lottery system the complex had devised. However, she’d plundered her savings account for tonight. Hair and clothing were an expense she didn’t often allow herself.
    Tonight she was going all out.
    She wiggled out of work-appropriate skirt and blouse, the sensible pumps and pantyhose. All but the shoes went into the hamper. She took a super quick shower, using the handheld attachment to save her hair.
    She slathered herself in her favorite pineapple lotion. It was summery and had a tang to it. Sure, it was February, but she didn’t really care. It made her feel strong and attractive. And hell, it went with her blond hair. Makeup was a bit trickier. Her palette fit a brunette, but she made it work.
    Her perfectly broken-in jeans from her first year of college made up half of her outfit. They hugged her ass and thighs and fell in a perfect cut to jam into her favorite boots. They were knee-high and oiled to the perfect level between worn and cherished. The three-inch heel would give her a little help when it came to the towering Rafe.
    She walked to her bed and looked over her shoulder into the mirror. From the back, she wasn’t so bad. She had a pretty nice ass thanks to all the stairs she did in the library, as well as the ladder she climbed up a few hundred times a day.
    Up top, however…not so much.
    She upended the bag on her bed and found the offensively expensive bra she’d purchased. Water bra, to be exact. It would give her a whole cup size increase. And when a girl barely filled a B-cup during the bloat of shark week, she needed all the help she could get.
    She fastened it and fiddled with the straps until they were just right. “Wow.” She cupped her breasts and turned to the mirror. “So that’s what boobs look like. Well, fake ones anyway.” The lavender print was pretty, at the very least. Even if it felt like she was wearing beanbags over her nipples.
    Hollie snapped the tag off the shirt she’d specifically bought a size too small. “Let’s show off these babies a little.” She buttoned the cherry-red plaid shirt and wrapped the ties around her midsection. She tugged at the thin material until she made sure the bra didn’t show.
    “Hollie?”
    “Yeah?” she called downstairs.
    “You have company.”
    He had to come to the front door? Couldn’t he be like any other guy and beep the horn or text? Cripes.
    She grabbed her phone and shoved it in her back pocket. She stuffed cash and her license in her front pocket and called it