Gordon looked surprised. Rita finally lifted her eyes from her phone.

“A few hours probably won’t matter,” I continued. “Go get ready. I’ll drive you to the Galleria.”

Rita’s whole face brightened. “And you’ll pay for everything?”

I smiled. “I’ll take care of whatever you pick.”

Gordon smiled as though he’d won another argument. “I knew you’d come around.”

Neither of them realized I had already made a completely different decision.