Chapter 6

“A what?”

“I know, it’s a bit much, but that’s what they called it in the costume store.”

“ Uh huh.” Steve smirked. “You keep telling yourself that, but everyone’s still gonna think you’re Bo Peep.”

“Oh, God. I’m not going to live this down,” Maggie said, fiddling with one of the many ruffles on her sleeve. “Anyone who says anything, just hit ’em with your stick,” Steve continued.

“Or I’ll hit ’em with my fists,” JJ said, looking at how much leg Maggie was showing beneath the short skirt that billowed out with layers of petticoats.

“Oh, my hero,” Maggie said, running a hand along JJ’s shoulder.

JJ puffed out his chest. He had to admit there were certain advantages in putting on his western duds. Maggie couldn’t keep her hands off him.

JJ stuck out an elbow. “If’n Miss Bo wouldn’t mind, this ole cowpoke would sure like to take a stroll, an’ maybe we kin find us a hay loft or somethin’ where we kin git better acquainted.”