I glanced over my shoulder to make sure the girls were still upstairs. “You’re wrong about one thing.” Her frown was fierce. “I’m never wrong.” “You’re wrong about men never noticing.” The silk blouse she was in gave it away. My hands were filthy, so I trailed a knuckle down the exposed red bra strap peeking out on top of her shoulder. “I notice everything, Cass.”
