She’d already decided on jeans, but couldn’t make up her mind what to wear on top. Whenever she was under stress, even the simplest decisions became difficult. And she was definitely stressed right now as she thought about seeing Jack Taylor again. She closed her eyes and grabbed the first hanger her hand landed on. It was a purple T-shirt decorated with the logo of the school where she worked. It wasn’t her favorite, but without giving herself the opportunity to second- or third-guess herself, she yanked it on over her head. “Kelsey, he’ll be here in fifteen minutes. Are you about ready?” she called down the hallway. Kelsey had come home from the pool chatting about a handful of kids her age that she’d met. Suddenly the summer in Plains Point didn’t look so bleak after all. She now came out of her bedroom wearing a pair of navy capris and a matching tank top. She frowned as she saw Mariah. “Gosh, Mom, could you pick an uglier T-shirt?” “We’re just going out for pizza.
