Nine
It was three days before Celeste gathered the willpower to call Lane. She should have just called her Wednesday night, because the prospect of talking to her old friend had dogged her since, and by now, her neck and shoulders ached from the tension. Part of her hoped Lane wouldn’t answer, and the rest just wanted to get it over and done with so she could forget about it and focus on having a fun evening with Brodie. And get to testing her grandmother’s hypothesis.
“Apple Blossom Boutique and Marcus Lamb Fashion, this is Lane speaking. How may I help you?”
“Lane, it’s Celeste. My mother said you needed me to sign something?”
“Oh, hi, Celeste. Yeah. I went to put together a catalogue of Marcus’s last spring line, and it looks like you never signed those release forms.”
“What releas
