Chapter Eight
Robbie’s ties hung from a tie rack and one caught her eye that morning as Valerie laid out the outfits, an old style bow tie he’d picked up at an historic home they’d visited a couple of years ago. She’d seen plenty of old photographs with men wearing this style of bowtie, the kind that had to be tied off with the ends left dangling. Her eyes shifted to a white pintuck detail, ruffled shirt.
Is this being flirtatious? She thought of Karen sitting downstairs and her rather graphic account of undoing a woman’s tie and managed a smirk. Perhaps but she won’t be undoing it.
She added the bowtie and shirt to the small assortment of clothes on the bed. Now you’re being flirtatious, she contemplated the clothes. Jacqueline had asked her to pick out a variety of clothes, “about thr
