Zuri bit the inside of her cheek to try to stop the giggles but she couldn’t. Sav had turned green at the mention of tofu. One thing she knew, shifters were meat eaters. She would bet her left foot he’d feed her a steak and forget all about her lasagna.

The night of the date, the more she thought about the upcoming event, the more stressed out she got. She agreed to go on the date with him. Why was it impossible to find something to wear with two closets full of clothing?

The knock at her door had her rushing out of her bedroom to figure out who it was. Sage. It was her sister and she couldn’t be happier. The door slammed the wall from how fast and hard Zuri opened it. Poor Sage. She had no idea what she was in for.

Zuri’s mind had gone into emergency meltdown. She was going on her first date since her divorce and even though she’d had sex with Sav. A. LOT. OF. SEX. Mind-blowing sex. She was still trying to guard her emotions when it came to him. Especially with Greer saying what she said.

“Good god, Zuri!” Sage yelled as she was being manhandled by Zuri. “You almost broke my wrist. What the hell?”

“Listen, did you bring any dresses with you?”

Sage took a step back. “You’re scaring me. I did. You told me to.”

She had a garment bag and headed for Zuri’s bedroom. In her room, Zuri flinched when she saw the chaos she’d created. There were clothes everywhere. It looked like someone had ransacked her room.

Sage’s jaw dropped open but she hung the garment bag off the back of the door and proceeded to pull out dresses. “I thought you didn’t like him.”

“Of course, I like him. Whenever women say we don’t like a man, we’re lying our asses off. Like when Isaline says she’s not cheating on her diet. It’s all about not looking desperate.”

Sage nodded. “Right. So you don’t want to come across as desperate to him.”

“Right.”

She started to close the garment bag. “Then why did I bring all these pretty dresses? You can wear anything, it won’t matter.”

“Sage! Focus. I have to look good. You know. In case…”

“You get your freak on?” Sage blinked and pulled out a red pencil skirt and black corset top.

She shook her head. “That skirt looks uncomfortable.”

Sage raised a brow and went back to flipping through the outfits. “To get out of?”

“You’re turning into Mom,” Zuri said.

Sage then pulled out a plain black dress with a low cut neckline that appeared pretty plain from the front, but when she turned it over, the thick black straps covering portions of the back were decorated in silvery bling.

“Oh, wow. That’s beautiful.”

Sage grinned. “Thanks. Another of my faves. It’s got a built-in shelf-bra and one of the back straps actually helps push the girls up.”

“You’re a genius,” she said and watched Sage close the bag.

They headed to the living room with Sage right behind her. “Do you want something to eat? I ordered pizza. It arrived right before I got in the shower.”

“Sure. Not like I have anything else going on.” Sage sat on the sofa and started flipping through the romance novel Zuri had been reading the past few days. Her thoughts on Savage had made it impossible to get through the sexy parts and not imagine him and her together.

She pulled the pizza out of the warming tray in the oven, grabbed napkins and plates, and took it all to the living room. Then she opened a bottle of wine and picked up two glasses. Sage was already biting her first slice when she returned.

“Thanks for coming over, Sage. Seriously, you’re a life saver.”

Sage gave her a curious look. “You seem really stressed with this man. Is he worth all the headaches?”

She bit her pizza and thought about it. “He’s not really stressing me, per se. It’s the idea of a relationship. I was heartbroken when Edward asked me for a divorce. He was done with his treatments and my thoughts were that we could now travel the world and see those places we’d been too busy for before.”

Sage filled both glasses and handed one to her.

She sipped and cleared her throat. “You know, realizing you’ve only got one life and living it to the fullest hit both of us differently.”

Sage nodded. “You wanted to travel the world. He wanted to be with the woman who was his nurse.”

She gulped. She hated remembering that. Edward had worked with a hired nurse at home and he’d apparently fallen for her. He told Zuri he’d never felt for her anything like what he felt for Monica, the nurse. That she was his true love and he refused to live what was left of his life without her. “At least, he wasn’t sleeping with her.”

Sage snorted and ate more pizza. “As far as you know. He told you he kept things platonic until he asked for the divorce, but you don’t know what went on there. He could have made it up.”

She didn’t think so. At that point in the relationship, Edward had no need to lie. He’d already broken Zuri’s heart. “He’s happy now.”

“Let me ask you something.” Sage sat up on the sofa and drank more wine. “Why were you really heartbroken, because he asked for a divorce, or because you didn’t think of doing it first?”

She glanced down at her glass and sighed. “I did think of it. I thought of it when he was angry and yelling at me after every treatment because he hurt so much and I couldn’t help him.” Her heart hurt. Her appetite deserted her. The glass became blurry through her tears.