“Oh my god.” Claire laughed, hurrying onto her bed, when I whipped off my T-shirt and reached for her pink feather boa. “You better make yourself comfortable, sweetheart,” I purred, flicking through songs and settling on “5, 6, 7, 8” from Steps. Snatching her sparkly pink cowboy hat off the dresser, I perched it on top of my head and winked. “Because you’re in for one hell of a treat.”
