Page 18 of Resurrection
“I will. Jury already signed off. If he was psycho or dangerous, you know she would’ve intervened.”
“Damn right,” her sister said. “He’s just hot, covered in ink, andtotallyinto her.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed that would be your type, honey,” Mom started. “Although don’t listen to me. I’m just glad you’re getting out there and trying again.”
“Love you, Mom.”
“Are you sure? This is the one?” Imogen turned in the full-length mirror to see the dress she’d bought at Dirty Dog from all angles.
It was pink and cute, and the skirt flared out over a crinoline, which she never in a million years would have thought about wearing before. But the amazing owner, Yve, talked her into it. It was just so fun.
And when in New Orleans…
“Yes. Definitely that one. It’s adorable. And you never know … he could be the one too.”
Imogen’s gaze cut from her reflection to her sister. “Come on. It’s one date, Jur.”
“It all has to start somewhere, right?”
Her sister wasn’t wrong. Every relationship had to have started somewhere, but Imogen had no idea what she was doing even going out with this guy.Nic.He had seemed nice though. And it had been approximately eight million years for her … and—she glanced at the mirror again—she looked cute.
A flutter of happiness shimmered within Imogen, and after the last ten days, she could definitely do with that kind of change in pace.
“Which shoes?”
“I vote for the green leather pumps with those cute pink flower clips on the toes. Like, totally adorbs.”
Imogen slid them on, and she had to agree. She never would’ve guessed bubblegum pink was her color, being a redhead, but she was loving it.
“This is so fun.”
“Right? I mean, it sucks that it took something so awful to bring this about, but I’d call this a silver lining. You?”
With a mix of emotions churning within her, Imogen nodded. “Absolutely a silver lining. And I’ll take it.” She met Jury’s brown eyes, which looked so much like her own. “I love you, Jur. I haven’t said it enough, but you know I do.”
Jury bounced off the bed. “Of course I know you do. I love you too.” She came in for a hug, careful not to crush the poofy pink skirt. When her sister pulled back, she added, “You look amazing. He’s a super-lucky guy for you to give him a shot.”
“You think?”
“You’re gorgeous. Aten, for sure. And you’re only, like, a four or five on the crazy scale, and despite being a redhead, that puts you into the category of Solid Wife Material.”
Imogen blinked, unsure exactly how to take that, but she was sure Jury had meant it as a compliment.
“Crazy scale?”
“You’ve never seen the video? On the internet? The universal crazy-hot matrix?”
Imogen shook her head.
“Oh, girl, it’s hilarious. Hold, please.” Jury pulled out her phone and typed something in. “One second. Gotta skip the ad.” She flipped the phone around to face Imogen.
A few minutes later, they were both laughing hysterically.
“Oh my God. It wouldn’t be so funny if it wasn’t true.”
“Right. I mean, fits me. But like I said, you’re an exceptional redhead. You’re nottoocrazy.”
“Jury …”
