“Oh, just Dixie’s secret admirer,” Jamie explained. “She’s going out of her mind because someone’s been leaving her mysterious notes. Speaking of which, any new developments?”
“No. And I don’t care since I’d never be interested in a man who can’t damn well be honest about his feelings.”
Jamie shrugged. “I’d be flattered.”
“Me, too,” Meg said, unable to resist Jamie’s playful grin.
Dixie sighed heavily. “Back to your lingerie situation, missy.” She glanced at Jamie. “Our Meg here tells me she’s never even tried out anything the least bit sexy. And judging by her outfit, I think we can take her word for it.”
“I teach,” Meg explained defensively. “I need to be comfortable chasing after seven-year-olds all day.”
“Well, sugar,” Dixie said, her voice nearly a purr. “If you want any twenty-or thirty-seven-year-olds chasing after you all night, you need a change of wardrobe.”
Meg thought about it. Then she nodded. “Think you can dish out some advice along with that lingerie?”
Dixie clapped her hands together. “Oh, my, did you come to the right place! Pull up a chair and let’s get busy.”