CHAPTER 108
Jeff had not worn a tuxedo in a dozen years, not since his disastrous first day of wedded hell. And he’d sworn he never would again.
Yet with Mandy on one arm and Ashlyn on the other, how could he resist? Especially when crashing a party at the White House.
Not that anyone would be looking at him.
Mandy had chosen a perfectly-tailored black sheath dress with a delicate sash of white chiffon accenting her trim waist. A single string of her grandmother’s pearls had been all the adornment necessary to make her glow.
Shelley was statuesque in shoulderless, sleeveless, skin-tight red. She’d fought it every inch of the way toward the mirror, and then acquiesced in a moment. The dimpled smile, one he remembered so well on a much younger girl, had lit the room. Her last complaint
