Chapter Thirteen––––––––
Since there was so much to do before the feast the next day at four, Samantha had decided to camp out in her brother’s guest room. Then, she could get an early start, right in her bathrobe. She packed fleece pants and a sweater, because Devon kept the house ice cold. Sam hoped Stormy would have some influence on the temperature. She tossed in a flannel nightgown and a lightweight robe.
She chewed her lip as she gazed at a dark red dress. It was her traditional Thanksgiving garb. A knit with a low neckline, the garment made her feel special, beautiful, when she wore it. In case Sly comes. She folded it neatly and slipped it on top.
Her mind was bombarded with questions as she drove over to Devon’s. Does Sly love me? Is he going to get back with Tiffany? Does he m
