She glared back and crammed the cookies into her mouth. Crumbs tumbled down her untucked shirt and gathered on her skirt. A skirt that wasn’t long enough to cover her thighs. “Stand up and join me in the hall.” I clasped my hands at my back with my feet braced apart. She took in my stance and slowly rose. Jesus. Most of the skirt had been sheared off. It was so short that only a strip of plaid peeked out from beneath her shirttails. Rather than hiding the destruction, she held the box of cookies out to the side and struck a pose. “Rate the fit.” “The fit?” “Old people,” she huffed under her
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