Kate held a negligee up to her torso, fingering the silky material. The article—sheer black silk with delicate lace trim --had obviously belonged to a wealthy woman and was one of the first donations she had considered buying for herself. She decided to try it on and went to the small dressing room in the back corner, a leftover space from past decades when her store had been a ladies’ boutique. A sharp twinge of guilt plagued her as she pushed open the saloon doors of the dressing room. I shouldn’t have done that to his truck. She regretted her action, but was glad to have proven her point. There was no way he’d put up with her after this. She made a mental note to send him a check for the repairs as she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled off her boots, and peeled off her stockings and skirt.
