“You would say that,” Nick said of her fugitive joke. “I just ask that you not rack up too high of a bail amount. I only have so much money,” he pointed out.
This wasn’t to say that Nick minded seeing women in dresses. Particularly shorter dresses that showed off their legs or other particularly nice assets. But this place, being in this place which was absolutely the least manly place he’d ever been in, looking for a dress for his little freaking sister, was just about the lowest on his to do list. “You probably need shoes, too, don’t you?” he asked. Because he followed in his dad’s footsteps and was still trying just as hard as ever, he’d gotten his trust fund at twenty-one, so he could afford more than most people his age could. Sarah had one waiting for her, too, but he was pretty sure it would be a little harder for her to get it. “Whatever you need,” he pointed out.
One of the women on the other side of the store looked at him and raised an eyebrow, and if Nick already hadn’t been positive that he stuck out like a sore thumb, that would have done it. He gave her a salute and smiled awkwardly.