CHAPTER 388

“Hell,” Ramona said with no sarcasm. “I fired my travel coordinator the second I had cell service in the States. Trust me, you do not want to hear me whine about the Orient.” She paused. “You okay? For being wildly in luurrve and all, you don’t sound like your chipper self.”

“I’m nervous about meeting Jack’s clients. I do not want to say or do anything to fuck it up.”

“You’ll be fine. You’re charming, funny and you can drink any man under the table. At least you used to, but damn, you’ve been dull as dirt the last few years, cuz.”

“Ramona!”

“Kidding. Sheesh. Should I build up your confidence with serious stuff since your sense of humor has vanished?”

“Yes, please.”

“Let’s start with the obvious. What are you wearing tonight?”

Keely rolled her eyes. Ramona lived the code “clothes make the woman” and truly believed all that fashionista crap. “I’m wearing my emerald moleskin skirt, brown boots with the orange and green butterflies, a slim-fitting, button-up shirt in dark tan and a brown