Chapter 111

“There are shops, darling,” she chided gently. “And no one, really, just an intimate little dinner. The St. Vincents, of course, and the Spruces, and Wesley’s anxious to welcome you home, too, so the Rutledges will be coming as well.”

Andy checked the clock on the mantle—there was justtime to get them suitable clothing and have it—minimally—tailored. The Spruces and the Rutledges wouldn’t particularly care if he and Scooter showed up in their jeans and T-shirts, but the St. Vincents had been fashion pioneers for three generations. He sighed. “I’ll need to borrow Kenny, then,” he said, “and your credit card.”