“Miracle asked, twirling around. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that she ironed to have a razor-sharp crease down the front of the legs, and a pink and purple cowgirl shirt with a paisley pattern. Her boots were a dyed pink ostrich skin. Somehow, it all worked on her. Zing applauded Miracle’s spin-about and said, “You look great!” “Yeah, but will Carol think I’m sexy?” “I think you are, but Carol is cranky so I don’t know what she’ll think. Thinking for other people seems dang...erous,” Zing said then added, “I try not to do it.” “You can say that again.” “I try not to do it,” Zing said. Miracle laughed. “Remind me to teach you the difference between literal and figurative.” The doorbell rang and Miracle went into freak mode. “She’s here! Oh, Zing, I’m so nervous. I haven’t dated since Rita.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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