look now, but guess who just came out of the maze?â
âWho?â Jake asked.
âNathan Chapman!â
The man glanced around, just as Tiffany had done a few minutes earlier, then pulled out his flask and took a long swallow.
I caught Jake staring at him. âI said donât look!â
Why is it when you say donât look, people look?
Jake sighed. âDarcy, whatâs the big deal? What do you think is going on?â
âI donât know, but something is. . . .â I nodded toward the Wise Apple tent.
âCan I look?â Jake asked sarcastically.
âIf youâre discreet,â I said.
We watched Tiffany approach her mom, who stood behind the serving table. I had to strain to hear their conversation.
âWhereâve you been? Iâve been looking all over for you,â Crystal said to her daughter.
Tiffany seemed to look through her mother. âJust . . . checking on the hay maze. Why?â
Crystal studied her daughter, her brow furrowed. âChecking on the maze? What on earth for? You hired college kids to do that.â
Tiffany shrugged and glanced away. âUh, J.J. said there was a loose bale, so I went to check on it. Itâs my responsibility if the bales come falling down on someone, you know.â Her voice was flat.
âWell, get J.J. to fix it. Thatâs his job.â Crystal looked about to say something more; then she closed her mouth. Her eyes narrowed. I glanced to see what had caught her attention.
Nathan Chapman was approaching the Wise Apple wine booth.
âEverything going well?â he asked cheerily, focusing on Crystal. Tiffany suddenly turned away and busied herself cleaning another wineglass.
âFine,â Crystal said, eyeing him. She turned to Tiffany. âTiff, go get me a few more bottles of the Applewhite. Iâm almost out.â
Tiffany looked up at her mom, then stole a quick glance at Nathan. She nodded and exited out the back of the tent.
As soon as Tiffany was out of sight, Crystal turned to Nathan. âWe need to talk,â she said, coming out from behind the serving table. âOver here.â
She walked a few feet away from the tent and out of earshot. Nathan followed her. I could only see Crystal, since Nathanâs back was to me, but it was clear from her expression she was angry. She said something I couldnât make out; then Nathan shook his head, pulled out his flask, and took a drink. All I could hear were muted voices. It was obvious they were having an argument. I wondered what they were fighting about.
I had a feeling it was about Tiffany.
After a few heated minutes, Nathan gave a last shake of his head, then stomped off and out of sight. Crystal remained there for a moment watching him, then headed back to her own tent, just as Tiffany returned with the wine bottles. The young woman glanced around, frowned, and set the bottles down.
âMotherââ
Before she could say anything more, Crystal pulled down the front flap of the tent, closing the wine kiosk, and blocking my view of the two of them.
âGet in the back,â I heard Crystalâs muffled voice say behind the tent. âNow!â
Then nothing more.
âI guess thatâs the end of wine service for now,â I said, turning back to Jake.
âWhat was that all about?â he asked.
âI told you something was up. I think it has to do with Tiffany and Nathan. I get the feeling Crystal doesnât like Nathan. She must suspect something too.â
âYou got all of that from just watching them for a few minutes?â Jake grinned. âWho are you, Sherlock Holmes?â
âSimple, deductive reasoning,â I said, using a very bad British accent.
âAnd you came up with that scenario?â
âLook at the facts, Watson,â I said. âElementary, donât you think?â
âI think you should write romantic suspense novels instead of
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