“It could end up being a big nothingburger,” Eryn warned.
“Robert isn’t hanging around for the heck of it. He’s up to something.”
“If he is, we’ll find out soon enough,” Abby said. “Is he a night owl or an early bird?”
“Meaning, does he like to stay out late at night, clubbing or bar hopping?” Harlow shook her head. “He’s typically early to bed, early to rise.”
“Which means if we start monitoring Cheyenne’s apartment at six, we’ll know in a few hours if anything happens,” Noelle said.
“Yep. If Robert is up to something, he’ll do it sooner rather than later.”
“And we’ll be right there watching to see who he’s doing it with,” Peyton promised.
Chapter 17
Tink.Harlow snatched her phone off the counter. It was a text from Noelle. She promptly clicked on the attachment.
Up popped a photo of her friend, a sly smile on her face, holding a bouquet of baby blue eternity flowers, some of the most expensive flowers on the market, a signature brand Harlow knew well.
She typed a one-word reply. “Robert.”
Noelle:How did you know?
Harlow:He’s the only person I can think of who would order Venus et Fleur eternity flowers. Second guess…for Cheyenne.
Instead of a text reply, Harlow’s cell phone rang.
“Can you believe it?” Noelle asked. “I didn’t even know about this order until I got back to the flower shop. Robert placed it early this morning. I’m the only shop on the island that carries Venus et.”
“He bought me the eternity flowers every year for my birthday,” Harlow said. “They’re beautiful.”
“Absolutely stunning,” Noelle agreed. “And pricey.”
“The first time I got them, I didn’t think they were real.”
“Not only real, but they last for a very long time. He paid big bucks for these.”
“Robert must want to impress Cheyenne.”
“Personally, the chick isn’t worth a four hundred and fifty dollar plus delivery bouquet, but I appreciate the sale,” Noellesaid. “He requested pink. The only colors I had on hand were these baby blue ones, which are also stunning.”
“When are you delivering them?” Harlow asked.
“I’m on my way to Cheyenne’s place now,” Noelle said. “While I’m there, I’ll try to scope things out.”
Harlow giggled. “Scope out Cheyenne’s place?”
“She lives in a small apartment behind Clifton Manor.”
“How convenient. Right near her parent’s property.”
“Until she moves into Lighthouse Lane,” Noelle joked.
“Don’t remind me.” Harlow heaved a heavy sigh. “I’m still perturbed about it.”
“I wouldn’t get too cranked up until she actually closes on the deal. The Cliftons might have some money, but I can guarantee they don’t have a million dollars lying around.”
“Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars to be exact.”
