Chapter Nineteen
“HOW DO I look?” Tracey asked as she stared at herself in the mirror, her lips downturned in a frown. She brushed at her cream-colored top, smoothing out anything she thought of as a wrinkle as she swayed back and forth, staring at her khaki shorts. “These aren’t too short are they? I don’t want to come across as some hoochie in front of your parents.”
Selby chuckled as he sat on the bed, watching her judge herself. “For the hundredth time, you look amazing as always. It’s just a casual dinner. There’s no need to worry about what you look like.”
“Typical male response,” Faith said as she sauntered into the bedroom. “And so not helpful. She wants to make a good first impression. Try to be more helpful, rather than being you.”
“Ouch,” Selby said with a chuckle as he push
