Allie had been right—she wasn’t wearing sequins. But she might as well have been. She looked like she’d just stepped off a Paris runway in a two-piece black suit with a sleek narrow skirt and bead accents. A lacy red camisole peeked between satin-trimmed lapels. Ken got to his feet, his eyes fixed on her little sister.Tori walked with a confident stride. She tossed her purse, an expensive-looking one Joan had never seen, onto the floor beside the recliner before crossing the room toward Ken. Taking Ken’s hand in her right one, she then covered it with her left. Joan glanced at Allie. Hands were intimate? If so, Tori was practically making out with Ken right there in front of them.“It’s so good to see you again, Ken.” She tilted her head and swept her gaze upward, an adorable dimple creasing her cheek. “I’m glad we have the opportunity to get to know you a little better.”To Joan’s great displeasure, Ken’s smile for her sister was as warm as it had been for her a moment before.
