Lean, Mean and Lonesome. Annette Broadrick

and old, dancing nearby. “I don’t know. I guess I thought I was supposed to wear it all evening.”

      “Naw. Dan had his off fifteen minutes after the party started.”

      He smiled. “You look cool enough, like cotton candy.”

      “Yuck. That stuff is so sticky it gets all over you.”

      “I was thinking about your bared shoulders. That dress makes you look years older.”

      Ah, bless him. What a wonderful thing for her to hear. “Thank you.” She took a breath, then blurted out, “I think you look very handsome in your suit, Rafe. I’ve never seen you in one before.”