Chapter Twenty-One
“God, there you are, I was afraid you were going to stand us up!” Hannah exclaimed when Casey let herself back into the apartment with the spare key they’d lent her.
Casey slid out of her jacket and kicked her shoes by the door, taking a last sip of coffee before crumpling the cup. “All right, let Operation Make Casey Not Look Like a Slug commence in full force,” she said with forced cheeriness.
“Operation Make Casey Even Hotter Than She Already Is,” Jen corrected. “Come on, I’ve got plans for you.” She beckoned Casey to the bathroom. “Wash, towel dry, and then I’m starting on your hair.”
“Yes, Captain.” Casey saluted.
“You laugh, but this is going to be amazing,” Hannah called from the bedroom, where she was rooting through her closet for what she’d deemed “the per
