CHAPTER 39
“Clarice. I want every inch of video you can get on the three cooking shows.”
“Wha—”
“I know. It’s two a.m. But now.”
Clarice sat up in bed in the guest room blinking at the light shining in from the hall. She wore a very conservative floor-length flannel nightgown of soft green that shimmered beneath the light. She swung her feet clear of the sheets. Mandy had expected a scarlet teddy, or skin. Somehow this was all the wilder on the young girl for being so unexpected. Then she recognized it.
“Hey. That’s mine.”
“I know.” Clarice rubbed at her face and showed no signs of getting up. “Very square. I might keep it. Has possibilities. Cozy too.”
Mandy dragged her to her feet.
“It’s heating up. I don’t think we have much time.”
That got Clarice’s attention. Even with a half
