Arms of Serenity (Rock Services) Read Online Free

Who was she kidding? Shopping in general was not high on her list of fun things to do for any reason. She would much rather spend her time in the kitchen of her bakery or curled up with a good book.
    In Becca’s opinion, on-line shopping kicked serious ass. A quick search, a little surfing and a couple of clicks later not only could she accomplish her shopping goals, but it was delivered straight to her door. Score!!
    This time her lack of shopping enthusiasm had bitten her straight on the butt. She knew that clothing was the one exception to her on-line preference. But she had taken one look at how stunning the model looked in the gown and was hooked. She had reminded Becca of a modern day princess with the only accessory missing being a tiara. What girl didn’t want to look like a princess? With credit card in hand, she had ordered the dress and mentally checked it off her to-do list.
    Becca now stood staring at herself in the mirror with a huge case of buyer’s remorse. The error was in her inability to remember that fitting rooms were in clothing stores for a reason. The model had been the stereotypical runway type with flat lines. Becca’s curves were not meant for this type of dress.
    The amount of cleavage that was showing was literally way over the top , and with her long legs and curvy behind the gown barely reached mid-thigh. Thank goodness there was a train that flowed down to her ankles. At least if she bent over, the whole world wouldn’t get a perfect view of her panty selection for the evening. Not that she could bend over because her girls were ready to pop out of the top and show themselves in all their glory as soon as they got a chance.
    Becca shook her head at her reflection. The dress was way out of her comfort zone. Her closet was filled with sweaters, T-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. The most daring piece of clothing she owned was her token black dress with a scooping neckline, and that dress ended at her knee. Add in the stilettos that she had gotten to match the model and she was so far away from her norm that she felt like she should just hang up her apron to work the strip in Vegas.
    What made it worse was that the party was only four days away.
    “ Crap!” She was going to have to suck it up and brave the nearest mall during the after-Christmas sales and gift return rush. Just the thought made her groan and want to invest in an economy sized bottle of aspirin.
    Becca heard the door to her apartment open and a second later an unmistakable voice bellowing from the kitchen .
    “Becca! Where are you, chicky?”
    Anne Bilsten did nothing quietly or in moderation. She was a walking tornado stuck in a five-foot body. She had a loud personality, carefree attitude, great sense of humor, and the biggest heart that Becca had ever seen. Her compassion, strong will, and loyalty had forced Becca back into the living more times than she wanted to admit. Anne was, in the truest form, her best friend.
    “I’m in the bedroom , and before you ask I look like Cinderella if she was a hooker.”
    Anne strolled through the room chuckling and wrapped her arms around Becca from behind. “I think the politically correct term these days for that type of employment is horizontal pleasure professional, and if that is what they get to wear I’m going to have to re-think my career choice. You look amazing.”
    Becca chuckled and turned to watch Anne sit down on the bed. “I think Josh—you know, your husband?—might have something to say about you giving up your happy housewife status, and besides you might want to wait until Junior is born.” Becca pointed her finger to the slight belly bump visible through Anne’s fitted gray shirt. “If anyone looks amazing it’s you. There really is something about the pregnancy glow. You look…” Becca searched for the word. “Radiant. Yep, that’s the only word that fits. Radiant.”
    Anne smiled and instinctively put her hand on her belly , rubbing in circles. “I