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I came to ask you two to come to the bar tonight. I’ve invited a biker band to play, and it’s going to insane!”
    “Oh, I don’t—”
    “Sounds great,” Pan said.
    Iris shot her sister a glare. “I just don’t think—”
    “Oh no you don’t. You ran out on me yesterday, and tomorrow the shop is closed. You are so going out with me.” Iris sighed. Pan was rarely this pushy, but when she was, she usually won.
    “All right.”
    “Really?” Sarah squealed. “So there’s just one more thing. Since it’s a biker band, I really think we need to play our part.”
    Pan smirked.
    “Not going to happen,” Iris said.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    “No,” Iris said to the dressing room door.
    “Come on, we’re all doing this together.” Sarah’s sweet voice drifted over the door.
    “Damn it, Iris. Out now!” Pan jiggled the door. “You come out, or I’m coming in.”
    Iris slammed the lock back and barely missed clocking Pan in the face with the door.
    “Fine.”
    “Oh that is amazing on you!” Sarah said, her dark grey wool pleated skirt swishing slightly. Iris thought out of all of them, Sarah looked best. Fishnet stockings, black and white lace tank, with a three-quarter sleeve leather jacket. The thigh high leather boots set the whole piece off.
    Iris looked at her own reflection. The short leather mini-skirt did look pretty great with the feminine grey shimmery sleeveless silk blouse. It hung loose but only seemed to accentuate the outline of her breasts and long neck.
    Pan peered over her shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. A vision of biker bitch, Pan had gone for a black leather halter top and low slung black leather pants.
    Sarah tapped a finger on her mouth. “Now what kind of shoes to wear.”
    “I don’t suppose I could just wear my flats,” Iris muttered.
    “No!” Pan and Sarah shouted in unison.
    Pan turned to Sarah. “She needs a pair of ‘fuck-me’ black high heels.”
    "Uh, not really looking for anything like that." Iris wrinkled her nose in irritation. "Besides, I've got plenty of black shoes at home."
    "Nice try, but I've seen your shoes, not going to work. And honey, I don't think you know what you're looking for. Maybe you should just take our word for it and enjoy the ride." Pan shoved Iris back in the stall, so they could check out.
     
    ***
    When they were settled on a bench outside the store, conversation drifted once again to Luc.
    Pan nudged Iris’s foot. "So you think lover boy is going to be there tonight?"
    "Why would I know? It's not really like we spent a lot of time talking this morning. I mean…" Iris blushed a deep shade of crimson.
    "Oh is that right? Didn't really go into detail on that, now did ya?"
    Iris decided it was a good moment to study her plain brown shoes. Maybe it would be good to get a sexy pair. She shook her head. All this talk was getting to her.
    “If Jake has any say, he’ll be there,” Sarah said.
    “What’s Jake got to do with it?” Pan eyed Sarah suspiciously.
    "So what’s next?" Sarah bounced in her seat, ignoring the question. One thing was certain, she loved to shop, but she had something up her sleeve.
    "I say shoes and then a little something for underneath." Pan winked at them.
    Iris suppressed a groan.
    One pair of shoes, a dozen frilly undergarments, a few night gowns later and they were finally leaving the mall. Never had Iris been so happy to be finished shopping.
    "So let’s just get ready over at my house. I'm sure Mom and Aunt Patty will be so happy to meet you all." Sarah swung her sacks into the back of the car.
    "Sounds good. We'll just follow you over." Pan tossed her bags in the back and hopped in the front seat.
    As much as she hated going out, she hated even more that her sister loved every minute. And then it got ten times worse when she cranked up the stereo.
    Thankfully, the ride wasn't that long. When they pulled in front of a cute little bungalow, Iris wasn't really sure what to think. It wasn't