Free Sentinel Lost (Mind Sweeper Series Book 5) by AE Jones Page A

price tag on the first dress, a deep purple, and swallowed hard again. Holy crap! What were these dresses made out of? Silk? Sewn by fairies?
    I stepped into it and checked myself in the mirror before I moved aside the curtain and walked a few paces to the three-way mirror.
    Doc’s eyes narrowed on me. “Not too bad. What do you think?”
    I shrugged. “Okay.”
    “I was talking to Talia.”
    Talia stared at me for a moment. “Kyle is not comfortable in it, so we should look at something else.”
    Doc nodded, and I went back into the dressing room. The second dress never made it out of there. No way was I wearing it anywhere in polite society. I reached for dress three, which was a deep burgundy, and slipped it on. It actually looked pretty damn good in a-way-too-short kind of way. The thin straps showed off my shoulders, and at least my bum was covered this time. But I would have to remember not to reach up for anything, or all my secrets would be exposed.
    I opened the curtain, and the saleswoman grinned while she held out a pair of slinky black sandals. I slipped them on and presented myself for Doc and Talia’s inspection.
    Doc smacked her hands together. “That’s the one!”
    “It’s perfect, Kyle,” Talia agreed.
    “That it is,” Doc agreed. “Talia, you should buy the gold one. Those two dresses will knock ’em dead, if they aren’t already.”
    Talia and I changed while the clerk rang up our purchases. Then we all climbed back into Talia’s car.
    “Now, on to the beauty shop,” Doc announced.
    Oh, hell no! “You didn’t say anything about a beauty shop.”
    Doc grinned. “Of course I didn’t. You wouldn’t have come.”
    “I’m not going to any beauty shop.”
    “Did I mention there’s an old-fashioned ice cream parlor across the street from it?”
    “You have no shame, woman.”
    Doc laughed. “And you need to sow some oats, Kyle.”
    Talia said. “I agree, you need to have some fun.”
    “I don’t need to sow any damn oats. What are you two, the supernatural version of Thelma and Louise?”
    “Hardly,” Talia scoffed. “This car is a classic. No way would I drive it off a cliff.”

Chapter 11

    I stared at my reflection in the office bathroom mirror. It was probably good I’d stuck with the smaller sundae instead of the banana split I really wanted. The burgundy dress fit like a second skin. And the rest of my actual skin wasn’t covered up very well. The dress was open to the small of my back, and the skirt hit mid-thigh, exposing my legs to my open-toed sandals. Toes sporting burgundy nail polish to match my dress and the couple of burgundy highlights added to my blond hair.
    I didn’t look like me. Or rather, I didn’t look like the old me.
    Talia stepped out of the bathroom stall where she had changed and straightened her dress. “Are you ready, Kyle?”
    “As ready as I’ll ever be.” I opened the door, and we walked down the short hall into the main office space where Misha and Jean Luc waited for us.
    Misha whistled. “You two look amazing.”
    Jean Luc nodded and reached for Talia, but she shook her head and backed up a step. “Don’t want to smell like you, my dear. I’m supposed to be on the prowl for a male, remember?”
    Jean Luc growled, and she laughed lightly.
    “Where’s Dalton?” I asked.
    As if in answer to my question, the office door opened and Dalton walked into the room. His eyes tightened on me for a second, and then he looked away. An irrational stab of disappointment surged through me. What had I expected? He wasn’t the same person anymore. And I wasn’t either. Once this case was resolved, he would return to Chicago, and I would be here with Griffin.
    Talia and I drove to the club in her Mustang while the guys followed in the surveillance van.
    “Can you hear me, Misha?” I asked, checking our earbuds.
    “Loud and clear, little one.”
    “How about the trackers?” Talia asked.
    “Yep. Two little blips are showing on my monitor.