Keri took the hand and shook it briefly, surprised by Miko’s grip. “Keri Kent. I’m not sure that the things I see here are really me.”
Miko laughed. “Maybe you just don’t know who you are yet.”
Keri ignored an annoying suspicion that this meeting wasn’t accidental. Paranoia was waiting down that road. “I really don’t need help picking out clothes.” She smiled tightly, trying to be polite but firm. Perhaps Miko was no more than she seemed to be—a pushy dyke on the make. Maybe Keri’s session with Sophie had changed her aura in some way, advertising her sexuality, attracting predators.
Miko ignored the brush off and looked Keri up and down with a smirk. “I can see that.”
Keri reddened, but Miko sidestepped a confrontation by seizing a dress from the rack. “This little cocktail dress wou
