“Try it on."

"It's probably a little snug. Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled.

"It has a slit up the thigh." His smile depened.

"Zip it up?"

Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up, if you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won't be pretty.”