Chapter Twenty-Eight
The porch lights were on but the bottom floor was dark when Casey drove up to Sweet Amandine for the second time that day. She’d called Lee to tell her Ben had invited her to dinner, hoping for some wisdom. Or at least some words about caution. At the bare minimum, some advice on what to wear.
Lee, however, had squealed like a twelve-year-old girl and Casey heard Chester leap out of her lap and go tearing across the floor, terrified by this unexpected response. Even Casey had to hold the phone away from her ear.
“What you wear doesn’t matter, it’s going to be off you in seconds,” Lee had said when she finally stopped hyperventilating enough to form sentences.
“Lee!” she scolded. “That is not what’s going to happen. We haven’t seen each other in ages, and the last t
