Their Divine Doctor(Divine Creek Ranch 9)(35)
Grace’s blue eyes sparkled. “Sure. What do you need?”
“The guys are planning a big night out. It’s a large step out of our comfort zones for all of us.”
“The bucket list you mentioned?”
“Exactly. They’re taking me out and we’re supposed to be going dancing too. I—um. All I wear are these—” She gestured to her scrubs and white coat and zebra-striped clogs. “I hardly ever wear makeup. My closet should be declared a clearance-sale disaster area, it’s so full of hodgepodge and chaos. And don’t even get me started on shoes…”
“Makeover time?”
Emma slumped and said, “I stood in front of my open closet this morning after they told me and realized that is exactly what I need. I’m a terrible clothing shopper. If it’s not jeans and a nice sweater or my scrubs…I’m lost.”
Grace pondered what Emma said for a few seconds as she put Rose Marie over her shoulder to burp her. Somehow Grace Warner managed to look sexy as hell, even in a nursing bra and top. Emma honestly didn’t know how she accomplished it. Grace obviously was losing sleep like any new mother did, caring for an infant around the clock. Emma could only attribute it to the fact that the men were taking turns staying home to help out around the house and with the baby.
Once Rose Marie was burped and happy, Grace took her to her daddy, who was in the study working on a house plan. Jack beamed at the baby when Grace turned her over to him, and he laid his pencil down and put his boots up on the corner of his desk to cuddle her in his arms while she fell asleep. He pressed a kiss to the top of Rose Marie’s downy little head.
Emma thought this was where new families sometimes went astray. That moment of discovery and wonder when the baby came quickly turned into reality, when work sometimes had to wait and interruptions happened and a mother and father and other family members had to pull together to make it happen. Mom couldn’t do everything all the time.
Grace said, “Come on, Emma. I have a website to show you. Thank you, Jack. I’ll be in my office with Emma.”
Grace bent to kiss Jack, and then he replied, “Okay, darlin’. Y’all take your time. Me and sweet pea got some talkin’ to do about icky boys and how she’s never gonna date.”
Grace giggled and replied, “Poor girl. She doesn’t have a chance with three protective daddies.” She led Emma across the house and down a hallway to one of the bedrooms on the back side of the house.
A double bed made up with a plush comforter and pillows rested against one wall, but the room was clearly used as an office, judging by the large oak desk that dominated one corner of the room. Tall windows provided natural light, and books lined an oak bookshelf nearby. A large framed boudoir portrait of Grace hung on one wall, in which she was dressed in a pink nightie and pink satin robe.
Emma was in awe of the change that Grace had gone through in the last couple of years. She remembered her being shy, downtrodden, and overworked. Unhappy. All of that had changed since she’d met her men. The difference in her was almost miraculous.
She was now invested in two different businesses, Harper’s Embroidery in Divine and Discretion in Morehead, plus she was a best-selling erotic romance author, writing under the pseudonym Caressa MacFarland. Emma owned all her titles. The same was true for Rachel Wolf, Grace’s friend, who was known in the e-publishing world as Jane O’Malley. Grace and Rachel had introduced Emma to the world of erotic romance, and she was eternally grateful.
“So this is where it happens, huh?”
Grace chuckled. “Yup. This is Jack’s bedroom, but he hardly ever uses it, so he had Wes and Evan Garner build me a big desk since the light is so good in this room. Have a seat.” Grace offered her a chair and then pulled up another and opened her laptop. “I want to show you a website. We’ll start there for basics.”
Grace clicked on a browser bookmark and a web page loaded on the screen. “Hips and Curves dot com. I’ve heard you mention them before.”
“I love them.”
“Oh wow, look at that gorgeous model.”
Grace clicked through various pages showing her around the website, giving Emma an idea of what they offered. All the models were built like her and Grace with curvy hourglass figures. Grace suggested some basic foundation garments and apparel items. With a twinkle in her eyes, she clicked on the Halloween costume page. They both giggled when a naughty nurse costume came up on the screen, and it gave Emma an idea.
Grace printed out the items Emma was interested in and turned to her with speculation in her eyes. “Exactly how far do you want to go with this makeover, Emma? Are we talking about a new outfit for one night out or do you want to go ‘whole hog’?”