Their son clearly had it bad if he was cooking with mixed greens, let alone any form of vinaigrette.
That's awesome!
He hadn’t specified what they would be doing so she had opted for a fitted cashmere sweater in a deep shade of violet and black slacks.
Yes, because deep violet was actually her first choice. <g> I also snorted at "static cling".
It was time to get out the door, quickly, before she made any other impulsive decisions that could come at a high cost – her dignity, or, given the way they were looking at each other, her clothes.
Oh, Lois! Clothes are
so overrated. Especially his shirt.
What time did she leave? Let's see that fic!
