Chapter Twenty-Five
"Ohmygod, CiCi," Izzie hollered as she burst in the front door. "Do not tell me Trace Walker bought you a new SUV?" She bounced on her toes, still clutching a grocery bag in her arms. "Next thing you know, you'll be picking out china. Looks like we have even more to celebrate than your big story."
Cecilia scoffed, cheeks flaming. "I don't think so." So why did that idea sound surprisingly appealing? Although after her freak-out this afternoon, Trace would be nuts to want anything more to do with her.
"Spill, girlfriend," Jeanine chimed in behind her, holding two bottles of wine.
"She doesn't need to spill anything," scolded Catalina, who'd agreed to join them tonight, much to Cecilia's surprise and delight. "The evidence points to Trace."
"Yes, it's from Trace. Yes
