Nessa got up and walked away from the table, holding her phone to her ear. “Hello, Bethany? Yes, I have a question for you. Do you know a woman named Delphine?”
Nessa nodded and frowned. She got an idea. “What about Abra Kadabra?”
The shout from the other end of the line was audible to those in the room. Nessa winced and said, “She’s going to be at the party on Saturday.”
TheWoo hoo!came through the phone and carried into the room.
Stovos nodded. “They know each other.”
Tolly snorted and kept digging into Delphine’s history. There wasn’t much. She had appeared on the business scene twelve years ago and had purchased a food cart, then a food truck, and from there she had a fleet. Her progression led to a small art gallery, and from there, her wealth increased astronomically and all legally. She blinked. “Kelnen, Danforth Accounting does her books.”
Kel smiled and sipped his beverage. “You don’t say.”
Nen grinned, and Krys snorted. “We have a lot of clients.”
Tolly chuckled and looked at her husband. “We have the most interesting dinner parties.”
Stovos slid his hand up her thigh. “Yes, dear. If all goes well, play dates will soon ensue.”
Krys stared at them. “No way.”
Tolly put a hand up. “Not yet, but we are working on it.”
Stovos smiled. “Working hard. Have to give my grandchild a little uncle or aunt.”
Hector smacked his forehead. “How could I forget about that?”
Nessa sat next to him and patted his hand. “It’s okay. He’s still grandpa to our kids, and you have always wanted a sibling.”
“No, I haven’t. I like being an only child.” He grumped.
Tolly looked at him. “I will fight you for it.”
Hector looked at her and held up his hands. “Nope. Nope. I give up.”
“Aw. I haven’t had a solid fight in ages.” Tolly sighed.
Stovos caressed her cheek. “We wrestle regularly.”
“Yeah, but I am always the winner.”
Kel snickered. “Would you like to go for a flight, little cousin? We could race.”
“I think that is an excellent idea. Once you meet Bethany, you can race her as well.”
“She has wings?” Kel grinned.
“She did when I knew her. I hope she still does.”
Stovos brought up an image on his phone. “This was her two years ago.”
He showed Kel. The image was of a woman in a low-backed corset, tall leather boots, and huge, soft black wings. Her hair was the same inky black.
Kel frowned. “I don’t recognize the venue. Where were you?”
“Working in Japan. It was a special event put on by the host company. Her voice wrapped around us, the energy spilled through us, and all felt the laughter and amusement. It was immersive, and I recorded the songs on my phone. When Orvis asked what I wanted for my birthday party, I told her that this performer was on the list.”
“She didn’t get irritated?”
