“In case you’re late,” Mrs. Madigan said. “Sleepovers are fun. I brought one for me, too.”
Sami shook his head. “We won’t be late.”
“Yes, well.” Mrs. Madigan straightened. “Just in case.” The woman looked away. “Take your time. We’ll be okay here.”
“We should be back by nine, at the latest.” He pulled the coffee table to a corner. “You have everything you need?”
“Yes, and then some. Don’t worry. I worked out details with Petra on the phone this morning.”
Sami’s heart rate spiked. Had Petra asked Mrs. Madigan to bring the sleeping bags? Expecting they’d do something after dinner? Go somewhere? s**t! He hadn’t planned on that.
Petra waltzed out of the bedroom, stunning in an elegant tight black dress and matching high heels.
“Hello everyone,” she crooned.
Her loose auburn hair gleame
