For one thing, Mackey did not have a clue what to wear. He finally had to ask for advice from the one person in the household who could actually dress but who wasn’t Travis Ford. Shelia was thrilled. “Something sexy,” she said, poring over the computer catalogue with him, “but not… you know. Not your concert stuff, where you look like sex on legs.” Mackey grinned at her. “I am sex on legs,” he crowed, but she didn’t follow him down the bantering lane, and he was disappointed. “Here,” she said, thoroughly engrossed in the shopping aspect. “These jeans, right here. The black ones that come right to your hips—” “Not the low-waisters?” Mackey had waxed again and everything. “I thought we weren’t doing strangers in the green room anymore,” she asked, but without judgment or even sarcasm. She was just trying to make sure.
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