wardrobe closet?”
Tilly rolled her eyes. “Hey, I thought they said we could keep our outfits.”
“I’d strangle you if you weren’t my best friend.”
Tilly winked. “You’d never strangle me. I’m too cute.”
Bunny made a face, but Tilly was right. She’d be lost without her support and friendship. “Want to run to Daffy’s with me before they close?”
“Can’t.” Tilly frowned. “It’s on-line chat night for the Psychic Hotline.”
The elevator doors slid open and the two stepped inside. Bunny leaned heavily against the polished brass wall. “I need suits.” She leaned to rub one heel. “And some different shoes. These pumps are killing me.”
Upstairs, Tilly followed Bunny into her apartment then perched on the arm of an oversized stuffed chair. “Where’s Alexandra?”
“How’d you know she was here?” Bunny eyed her friend curiously, kicking off the dreadful pumps.
“Please.” Tilly rolled her eyes. “All I heard all day was the vacuum or Barry Manilow.”
Bunny winced. “Sorry.”
Tilly widened her eyes, as if waiting for an explanation.
“She left my dad.” Bunny opened a kitchen cabinet, gesturing toward the immaculately organized plastic storage containers. “She’s taking it out on me.”
Tilly’s nose crinkled as she stepped close. “I didn’t know those things were meant to be stacked.”
“It gets worse.” Bunny reached for the newest addition to her once sacred kitchen space. The sleek, black coffeemaker stuck out like a sore thumb next to the delicate herb garden.
“Omigosh.” Tilly shuddered at the sight of the machine, taking a melodramatic step backward. “This is worse than I thought.”
“You can joke.” Bunny yanked a hand towel from the rack and flipped it over the machine to hide most of the plastic and glass. “But this is serious.” She patted the top of the appliance. “This means Alexandra’s staying for a while.”
She headed for the bedroom, Tilly close on her heels.
“You two get along all right, though, don’t you?”
“When she’s not trying to control my life? Sure.” Bunny slipped off the suit jacket and carefully hung it on a padded hanger. Stepping out of the skirt, she reached for her softest pair of blue jeans, then plucked her favorite tie-dyed T-shirt from a dresser drawer.
“That’s better,” Tilly beamed. She waggled a finger at Bunny’s head. “That smooth hair’s freaking me out. You know the messy look is in. If you have to wear suits, at least you could keep the messy hair.”
Bunny self-consciously touched her hand to her head. She felt like an alien with the slick look, but apparently Nate McNulty had thought otherwise. The heat in his eyes had been unmistakable when he’d first seen her that morning. Ah well, now that she knew he and Melanie were an item, it all made sense. A man like Nathan McNulty would go for someone wearing Chanel and polished, smooth hair. It’s what society types did.
“Are you coming with me or not?” Bunny nervously glanced at the wall clock. “They’ll be closed in an hour.”
Tilly hopped down from the chair. “Can’t. Gotta chat.” She shook her head. “I think my chakras would shrivel up and die if they witnessed you buying suits.”
Bunny nodded toward the limp outfit on the hanger. “I’ll get it cleaned before I return it to the theater.”
“You can’t return it now. They think it’s yours. Besides,” Tilly said softly, “it complements the new you.”
Bunny winced at her friend’s words. “I need the new me.”
“I liked the old you just fine.” Tilly frowned, then brightened suddenly. “Hey, I met one of your coworkers today.”
“I heard.”
Tilly’s jade gaze widened. “Yum.”
“Yum?” Bunny’s mouth gaped in disbelief. “Tilly, he’s a nice guy, but not your type.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. If you can become a suit, I can lust after one.” She pulled open the front door, hesitating at the threshold. “It’s going