Going where?Abby promptly replied.
We couldn’t see. There are only a few bars and restaurants open at this hour. It shouldn’t be too hard to figure it out.
We’re on it,Meg replied.We’ll keep you posted.
“We’ve done our part.” Peyton lifted her hand, giving her friend a high five. “It’s up to Meg and Abby now to keep tabs on what Robert and Cheyenne are up to.”
Chapter 19
“Which way?” Meg spun in a slow circle, unsure about which bar or restaurant they should check first. “Maybe Tootsie’s since we’re right here.”
“Hang on.” Her sister grabbed her arm. “Let’s put ourselves in Cheyenne’s shoes. If you were on a hot date and the guy you were with had money, where wouldyougo?”
“To the most expensive joint on the island to get the most bang for my buck, the Grand Hotel.”
“Which is closed for the season. Name the second most expensive place.”
Meg rubbed her thumb and index fingers together. “Clifton Court isn’t cheap to eat at either.”
“But Cheyenne’s parents own the restaurant,” Abby said. “Name the number three spot.”
“Wendovers on the Water,” the sisters said in unison.
“Let’s start there.”
Moving at a quick clip, they hustled along the main street, making their way past Noelle’s flower shop and Peyton’s fudge store. Crossing over to the other side, they continued walking until they reached Wendovers, a popular watering hole / dining establishment that catered to tourists as well as locals.
Although the food was expensive, it was also gourmet, even being awarded the prestigious Midwest Culinary Creation designation for three years in a row.
Abby followed her sister into the lobby and stepped off to the side, her eyes flitting to the center bar, the more casual part ofthe establishment. Within seconds, she spotted Cheyenne seated at the bar, cozying up to a man she recognized from tabloid photos as Harlow’s ex, Robert.
Meg nudged her. “I see them,” she hissed.
“Me too. Ten o’clock at the bar looking kissy-face schmoozy. Let’s go.” Abby grasped her sister’s arm and propelled her toward them. As luck would have it, they found a pair of empty barstools next to Robert.
Hopping onto the seat, Meg caught the bartender’s eye.
“Hey, Meg, Abby. What brings you two lovely ladies to my bar this evening?” he flirted.
“Abby and I were…uh…running some errands and got thirsty,” Meg stammered.
“What can I get you?”
Abby squinted her eyes and studied the menu board. “What do you recommend—a drink that won’t break the bank?”
“Island Heat. It’s warm apple cider spiked with bourbon, but only a splash.” He rattled off the happy-hour discounted price.
“I’ll take one.”
“Make it two,” Meg said.
“Coming right up.”
The tinkle of a woman’s laughter caught Abby’s ear. She leaned forward and reached for a cocktail napkin, furtively glancing to her left toward Robert and Cheyenne.
The woman sat close to Harlow’s ex, resting her hand on his leg, with a sultry, seductive look on her face. “Oh, Robert.” Cheyenne coyly tilted her head.
Abby quickly turned away.
