He pointed opposite the way she had come. “Fredericksburg, ten miles that way.” His light-blue eyes grazed over her. “You might want to pick up some suitable attire.”
“What’s wrong with my attire?” she asked. She wore a pair of fashionable shorts and a silk blouse, with sandals.
His eyes were dancing. “Nothing. You look like you just drove in from Houston.”
“Exactly. But you’re in Hannah now. As you pointed out, this is the country. You’ll need work clothes. I think you’ll be more comfortable in jeans and tees. And boots,” he added. “The kind without suede and five-inch heels.”
She gave him a withering look. “Suede is so out of season.”
“A good pair of leather boots never goes out of style. I recommend Clancy’s Western Wear, right on Main.”
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