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When Sarah emerged from Joe’s bathroom with her hair done, makeup on, and wearing the most expensive outfit she’d ever owned—a navy blue pencil skirt and snug-fitting jacket, with a crisp white cotton blouse underneath—Joe took a step back and made a fist at his heart.
“Shut up,” she said, but the gesture pleased her.
“Red, you’re a total knockout.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Okay, Henley,” Joe said, “but you’re not actually going out like that, are you? Give the rest of us a chance.”
She smoothed her skirt over her thighs. “You think I look okay?”
Joe looked her up and down once more, and let his eyes linger at her chest.
“Nice fit,” he said.
She crossed her arms.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed of having a great body, Henley,” Joe said. “You’re doing a public service walking around
