Frowning, she called someone. “Um, this is Grace, you keep calling? Call me back.”
Jett was busy texting. “Yeah, it’s probably someone looking for Rosalind, and they wanted to warn you.”
“True.” Grace still smelled scared, and I kissed the top of her head.
“Let me at them. We’ve got you,” Riley stated.
“Yeah. Do you want to go home?” Evan asked.
Grace considered this for a moment. “Why don’t we finish this lovely meal? You’re right. Someone’s looking for Rosalind and thinks I know where she is. The joke’s on them, because she’s dead, and I have no idea what the treasure is, let alone where it is.”
“As you wish. Let’s enjoy this night together,” I replied.
We finished our delightful course, and the server brought another. “Micro-greens with raspberry vinaigrette, goat cheese, and roasted almonds.”
Still, chills went through my body at the idea of someone looking for her. But, really, Jett was correct. Someone wanted Rosalind.
After all, that was the only reasonable explanation. Because who’d be searching for Grace?
Chapter Fifty-Five
Grace
“Ilove cheese,” Riley commented, as she helped herself to some off Evan’s plate.
We were now on the cheese course, where we each got a tiny wooden board filled with tiny cheeses along with some fruit, nuts, and honey.
“I don’t remember what present course we’re on, but here’s mine.” Jett handed me a small red box with gold ribbons.
“Thank you. Present course?” I took the box. So many presents. I felt spoiled.
“I feel like we should be giving you a present with each course? But we got distracted,” he admitted.
It had been scary enough to discover there was an active shooter at Briar. Creed had been beside himself because that just wasn’t something that happened here.
While the professor was okay, the idea that someone was looking for me, so they went forhim,made guilt churn in my belly.
I opened the box, revealing a pendant–a peach carved out of jade.
“Jett, it’s beautiful. Thank you,” I breathed, wishing I could lean in for a kiss.Later.
Brennan looked bashful. “I suppose I’ll give you yours as well?”
Did they all have something for me? He handed me a small blue box.
“Is that from Stephanie’s?” Riley’s eyebrows rose as she stole more of Evan’s cheese.
“Yes. They do nice engraving,” Brennan replied.
Riley and I had browsed all the beautiful things there, and she’d told me that she really wanted a tiara from there for her excellent eighteenth.
Taking off the lid of the blue box, I saw a gold bracelet with music notes engraved. Knowing Brennan, I studied the notes for a moment, humming them.
Oh? I hummed them again.Oh.
“Are these the opening bars of the third movement of Kirkorov’s 4th?” It was pretty much my favorite piece here, though I loved Volkov.
Brennan beamed. “It is.”
