Chapter 6
Richard was so desperate for a distraction that he picked up a teen fashion magazine. Lots of young women wearing far too little. Ratted jeans, crop tops, wide brim hats. Some looked okay, but then he hit the brilliant red dress with too many cutouts and barely enough material to cover the model’s butt. On the next page a girl who looked like she was sixteen wore a black bit of cloth with cleavage practically down to her panty line.
No way in hell! Not his Lana!
He tossed aside the magazine, shoved to his feet, and made it one step in Lana’s direction before he stumbled back into his chair which almost flipped him backward into the sewing machine.
There she was—it was his Lana. He knew it was. But he barely recognized her despite that.
The blonde girl who looked so sharp in
