“My place tonight?” he murmured to Tessa.
Her cheeks flushed a soft rose. “Yeah. I’ll meet you there later.”
“All right.” He straightened, giving her one more look that said he’d rather skip the rest of his evening and stay. “If you guys have too much to drink, text me. I’ll come get you. I’ll be at the office till then.”
“Sounds good,” Tessa said, her gaze seriously warm on him. My big sister was in love. Big time.
Nick gave a polite nod to Donna and me before striding toward his brother.
I cleared my throat once he was gone. “Glad to see things are still hot and heavy.”
Tessa shot me a look. “Oh, shut up. Look who’s talking.”
“All right, that’s fair.” I smirked. Aiden was permanently hot and heavy.
Donna snorted into her wine. “True.”
The waitress brought over two baskets of chicken wings and one overflowing tray of nachos along with plates and napkins. She bobbed away.
I reached for a wing. “You said chips. Not nachos.”
Tessa unfolded her napkin. “I meant nachos. Seriously. Wedding brain here.”
Fair enough. I leaned back, still smiling. “Tess? Did you tell Donna about our grandmothers?”
“Yes,” Donna said, lowering her voice and leaning in. “I cannot believe they met for a secret breakfast.”
“They didn’t even drink their coffee.” Tessa nodded, eyes wide. “It was the weirdest thing. I’d give anything to see those two notes.”
“Me too,” I said. “Neither one will say a word about it.”
Donna tilted her head, putting two wings on her plate. “You don’t think the notes were to each other, do you?”
“That would be odd.” Tessa wrinkled her nose. “Remember that they read each other’s notes and then gave them back.”
“Yeah, and the notes were on the same stationery,” I said, thinking back. “They wouldn’t use the same kind if they were writing to each other.”
“No, they would not,” Tessa agreed, plucking nachos with beef onto her plate. She took a deep drink of wine, thinking it over. “I’ve actually thought about breaking into Nana’s house.”
My head snapped up. “Excuse me?”
“I mean visiting,” she amended, eyes sparkling. “Just visiting. Maybe finding that purse. Or the note.”
“I thought the same thing,” I admitted.
Donna shook her head. “You know they would’ve hidden them.”
“Oh, absolutely,” I said. “Those notes didn’t stay in those purses for long. They’re both too smart.”
“What do you think is going on?” Donna asked, scanning the bar.
I followed her gaze automatically, checking for eavesdroppers. We could never be too careful, especially when someone like Jolene O’Sullivan might be nearby with her endless gossip column fodder. “I don’t know,” I murmured. “But whatever it is, they’re keeping it close.”
Tess’s brow furrowed in thought. “You don’t think it has anything to do with the sabotaged pie, do you?”
“I doubt it,” I said. “That wouldn’t make sense.”
Donna exhaled. “Yeah, but with our family? Who the heck knows?”
