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walked in.”
    Liberty heard, “Hey, hot mama,” and imagined Bran kissing Harper’s neck, like he did whenever they’d been apart for more than five minutes. They were so crazy in love it’d be sickening if not for the fact they shared that love with everyone around them. From the instant Bran had married Harper, the gruff rancher had considered Liberty as much his sister as Harper’s. He’d been such a pillar of strength for both her and Harper in the months during Liberty’s recovery and after leaving the military.
    So she couldn’t be jealous of her sister’s good fortune; Harper deserved the happiness she’d found with Bran. Still, Liberty secretly believed that type of forever, soul-mate love was a fluke.
    â€œHeya, sis. Come visit us soon. The boys miss you,” Bran said into the phone. Then the sounds of background noise faded.
    â€œOkay, now tell me why I’m getting a panicked call from you,” Harper said with concern. “You’re never panicked.”
    Liberty exhaled slowly. “After eight months of training, I’ve scored a long-term assignment where I’ll be traveling. At the meeting today, the client insisted that I”—it pained her to admit this to her beautiful, fashionable sister—“look less dowdy and more hip to fit in.”
    â€œYour jerk of a client said that to you? Good Lord, Lib. How much is the guy limping? Or did you just shoot him?”
    She loved how quickly Harper got indignant on her behalf. “Neither, because he’s right. I have no sense of style. I’ve always told you I don’t care, and that was true when I was on active duty, but now? Now I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m thirty-five years old and I’m so overwhelmed by all of it—girl hair, makeup, clothing—that I don’t even know where to start.”
    â€œWell, sweetie, you came to the right place. Take a deep breath. We’ll get you through this.”
    â€œThank you.”
    â€œOh, you’ll be cursing me when I tell you that I’ve been waiting for this day to come, and I’ve prepared for it accordingly.”
    Liberty frowned. “How did you prepare for it?”
    â€œPlease. Did you forget I own a clothing store? I see thousands of piecesof merchandise every year. And ever since you got this job, when I saw something that would look great on you, I’ve set it aside.”
    â€œChrist. Like some kind of Liberty-becomes-a-fashionista hope chest?”
    Harper laughed. “Exactly. I know you like baggy, comfortable clothes and I kept that in mind when I picked pieces that are . . . absolutely nothing like that at all.”
    Liberty groaned but admitted, “God, you annoy me, but I love you anyway.”
    â€œI know. I’ve set aside two dozen pieces. Some will work well together, some need another piece to complete the outfit, but they’re all stylish and yet fit with your personality, job and lifestyle. When do you need them by?”
    â€œWe leave Denver on Monday.”
    â€œOkay. Not a problem. I’ll overnight them to you today . . . under one condition.”
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œThat we finish every ensemble tomorrow afternoon—including shoes. Which means you will take me along as your personal shopper and we’ll be on FaceTime for as long as it takes.”
    Don’t groan.
“That sounds”—like torture—“good.”
    â€œYou’re such a liar. I’ll include ideas of what I think will finish off the outfits and where you can find individual pieces. We’ll start at department stores.” Harper paused.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œIs money an issue?”
    â€œDepends on if you’re sending me shopping at Saks or Kmart.”
    â€œPlaces like Nordstrom, Dillard’s, Forever 21, Charlotte Russe and Anthropologie will work just fine.”
    â€œThen