Surely that wasn’t too casual since he’d said she could wear jeans. She pulled her hair up away from her face and clamped it with a big clip, slapped on a minimum of makeup, and hoped that wherever they were going food was involved. Nervousness made her hungry and right then she could have eaten half an Angus steer and polished off a couple of apple pies—with ice cream on top! Purse slung over her shoulder, she was on her way to the porch swing when she heard the crunch of tires on the gravel lane. Her stomach knotted up and her palms went clammy. But it was a false alarm. Katy pulled up into the driveway, parked her vehicle, and waved. “We made last-minute changes. We are meeting here and all going down to Dallas in one vehicle. Janie and Trudy will be here in about five minutes. They’re coming down the back roads from Seymour.” If Lizzy could have kicked Madam Fate right square in the shins she would have done so and enjoyed every second of it, even if it broke her toes.