“‘It’s a surprise.’ Why do men think that’s a good thing?” Sandy demanded. “I don’t know where we’re going. How am I supposed to know what to wear?”
“It is a mystery for the ages,” Adele agreed. But she was grinning.
Sandy scowled at her. “You’re not helping.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just funny. You haven’t been this angsty over a date since our sophomore year of high school.”
“I’m so glad I can be a source of amusement.” She yanked a pair of slacks and some jeans from the closet, tossing both on the bed beside a skirt and one of her dresses. He could have at least had the courtesy to tell her if it was casual or dressy.
“You could always take a really big purse and a change of clothes.”
“Because that sends the right message.”
“What?” Adele asked. “You want to sleep with him.”
“Not tonigh
