“Perrin, I need to see those e-mails,” Melanie had done it. It had only taken ten minutes walking around the Belltown neighborhood before entering Perrin’s Glorious Garb, but she’d found the nerve somewhere.
Perrin flapped a hand toward a stack of paper at the corner of the cutting table. “I printed them all.” She had finished clearing the far end of the table and fluffed out a couple yards of royal blue. A tall pile of jewel tones stood as a protective barricade between them down the middle of the table.
Karissa and Clem glanced at her with interest, but then each noticed that the other had stopped working, so they both returned to the woman’s business suit they were copying in two different sizes—a little competition was a useful thing. The suit hanging on the rack between them was a
