Love ‘em. And they make legs look freakin’ long. Not that anyone but me is going to see them any time soon. Still, I love going to work with all those guys and none of them know that beneath my uniform, I’m wearing crimson panties. “You’re sure she won’t mind?” Cait asked as she followed Heather up the back stairs. “No problem.” Heather opened the apartment door and walked in. “My aunt has been a bridesmaid more times than the law allows. For one friend, she’s been a bridesmaid three times.” Cait clued in to the first part of the statement. “Natasha’s your aunt?” Natasha was only a few years older than either of them. “Yes. It’s very convoluted. Older siblings, surprise baby but yes, technically she’s my aunt.” Heather walked into the bedroom and flung open the closet door. A plethora of pastel colors interspersed with bright blinding jewel tones assaulted Cait’s senses. “Oh my. I take it Natasha has a lot of friends.” Heather wagged her head.
