Trent fought the urge to reach up and adjust the tie he wore. Aunt Mabel hadn’t ever come out and said anything that would help him know what to do. But he’d learned that if he asked the right questions, she’d say, “I would.”
So he wore black slacks and a pale yellow shirt, complete with a necktie as if he were going to church. He’d taken care to make sure Porter looked festive and handsome as well, thanks to Eliza. She’d come through in a pinch and taken Porter shopping for pants that weren’t made of denim and didn’t have rips in them.
She’d talked to him about what was happening with Trent and Lauren, and he’d shown her the ring he’d purchased for the woman currently staring at him with horror running through her eyes.
He swallowed, thinking this surprise visit to be a very bad idea.
