One Hot Desert Night

Not when she had an obvious scar to hide. She didn’t dare let her sister see the wound for fear she would have to explain, and she wasn’t prepared to reveal the details yet, if ever. “I like the overall cut of the dress. Sleeveless, satin and simple, yet elegant.”

“And also loose fitting,” Piper said. “You won’t be able to show off your figure that I’ve envied since we were teenagers.”

She didn’t care one whit how it looked on her. Much. She admittedly yearned to catch a glimpse of Rayad, and maybe continue her interview. “It’s fine, Piper, and I’ve envied your curves for years. And that you got the blue eyes and I got stuck with green. Besides, I’m sure no one will notice me at all.”

Piper barked out a laugh. “Sure, Sunny. Just keep telling yourself that. I’m fairly certain I know at least one man who’ll be staring at you all evening, just like he did at dinner last night.”

Darn if her sister hadn’t noticed. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Rayad. He eyed you like you were dessert.”

“He did not.”

“Did so.”

Sunny was simply too sleep-deprived to get into this now. “Go take care of your son.”

“Aren’t you going to try it on?” Piper asked, followed by her patent scowl.

Only after she was assured she had complete privacy. “I need to shower first, but I’m positive it will fit.”

“We have yet to discuss your shoes.”

Obviously her twin was intent on playing dress-up. “I have shoes.”

“Heels?”

“What does it matter? The gown is floor-length so no one will see my feet anyway. And I promise not to wear sneakers or hiking boots.”

“Or you could wear these.” Piper reached into the pocket of one garment bag to retrieve a pair of silver sandals with three-inch heels. “The perfect finishing touch, and they’ll give you a little height, although at five-six you really don’t need that.”

Her sister’s long-time height envy was now showing. Sunny snatched the platform torture shoes and set them at the foot of the bed. “Great. I’m all set. Now if you don’t mind, I need to bathe.”