Chapter Twenty
EVIE TRIED ON DRESSES that were in the closet. She tugged at them, frowned and tried another, none fitting the way she wanted. Her heart shook at the thought of the Stacks. She couldn't tell Kit bad news, not so soon after she’d just gotten out of surgery. How much had Evans known? Was that why he was being so accommodating?
She settled on a plain black dress that cut a little lower at the cleavage than she normally wore. She was trying to tug it into a suitable position when there was a knock on the door.
'You have a visitor,' the computer told her and a flutter of nerves rose in her stomach.
When she opened the door, Kit was there wearing a knee length red dress. Her hair fell in deep brown curls, and she was wearing makeup and even heels.
'I never thought I'd see you
