"Yes."
He kissed her. "So, is that a yes on the banquet date?"
"Of course it's yes. What's the dress code for this banquet?"
"Formal. I'm required to wear a suit and tie."
"I can't wait to see you in a suit." Her hands trailed down his muscular back. "Then again, it'd be hard to beat how you look in your birthday suit."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"YOU'RE shitting me, right?"
Amery looked at Emmylou over the rim of her coffee cup and frowned. "What did I say?"
Emmylou stalked over. "We're having normal Monday morning conversation and you just happen to let it slip that Ronin Black asked you to be his date for the Colorado Sports Banquet?"
"Yeah. Why? Is that a big deal?"
"Yes! It's only the most exclusive event of the year. All the biggest, hottest names in the Colorado sports world, including current and former Broncos players, Rockies players, Nuggets players, Avalanche players, and Olympic trainers, are involved. Million-dollar deals are made at this event. They choose an athlete of the year and give an award for most philanthropic work. Not only is it huge that Ronin is invited, but it's huge that he asked you to be his date."
"I guess he's been invited in years past but he's never gone."
Emmylou jokingly beat her head on the wooden support post.
That's when Chaz breezed in. "Bonjour, mesdemoiselles."
"Chaz, you're absolutely gonna flip when I tell you this news."
"The cast from Magic Mike is making a sequel and this time it's all gay porn?"
She rolled her eyes. "No, pervert. Amery is going to the Colorado Sports Banquet this Saturday as Ronin Black's date."
"Shut. Up."
"I'm dead-ass serious." Emmylou leaned forward and mock-whispered, "She had no idea it's a big deal."
Chaz put his hand on his stomach. "I might actually have to sit down."
Amery narrowed her eyes at her overly dramatic friend. "How do you know about this event? You are the least sporty guy I know."
"I know about it because everyone who's anyone in Denver goes to this event. It's not only about sports; the event is elbow to elbow with philanthropists. This event is so exclusive the catering staff and servers are subjected to serious military-style background checks."
"Why have I never heard of it?"
"Because you live under a rock?" Chaz suggested sweetly.
Emmylou swatted him. "Be nice, because you know what Amery attending this event means . . ."
"What does it mean?" Amery demanded.
"Shopping trip," they said simultaneously.
Then Chaz said, "Girl, I'm on this. This is what I live for."
"This isn't a costume party," Emmylou drawled. "Amery needs to look classy."
Chaz gave Emmylou's outfit-a floral chiffon baby doll dress, worn over ripped pink leggings, and her Doc Martens with flames on the toes-a sneering once-over. "I guess that leaves you out of the shopping excursion."
"I swear if you two don't knock it off, I will buy a dress at Kmart and call it good."
They both gasped. "No, no, no. We'll work together, we promise, won't we, Emmylou, my love?"
"Absolutely, Chaz, my turtledove," she cooed back.
Amery made gagging noises.
"Wait, it's Monday, right?" Chaz said. "You know what's open today?"
"Natasha's."
"At the risk of being outed as ignorant again, what is Natasha's?" Amery asked.
"A vintage and designer clothing boutique. She owns stores in ten states and only takes the highest-quality pieces in exchange for store credit-no cash. But the kicker is, if you drop off your item here in Denver, it won't be resold in Denver. It'll be shipped to one of the other nine stores. And it's only open two days a week."
"She moves that much merchandise?"
"That, I'm not sure of. I do know it adds another layer of exclusivity."
"So it's a Goodwill for rich people. Except with fewer store hours."
"Exactly."
Chaz didn't recognize her sarcasm.
"Go on." He shooed her toward the stairs. "Since this is a fashion emergency, we'll close up shop."
Emmylou said, "I'll grab my purse and my keys."
• • •
TWO hours later, Amery stared at the rack of dresses, more than a little discouraged. She must've tried on two dozen outfits, from funky to chic. A couple looked good, but none looked great, or gave her that wow factor she wanted.
Emmylou and Chaz had ganged up on her with the help of Niles, the nattily dressed salesman. They brought her long dresses, short dresses, even a couple of Halston pantsuits from the 70s that were retro enough to be hip.