Lydia last night?” Tenley asked.
Matt had dropped her off at Brenna’s bright and early, and they were driving back to the country club in Brenna’s Jeep to retrieve Tenley’s car.
“That dirty martinis are not my friends,” Brenna said.
“So, Dom gave you a ride home?” Tenley asked. She looked like she wanted to giggle but thought better of it. “I should have warned you about Lydia and her toasts. Sorry about that.”
“It’s all right. I got to know her pretty well,” Brenna said. “She’s a little bitter about Harvey leaving her for a younger woman. She even toasted your dad for shooting the rat bastard.”
“So, she thinks my father did it?” Tenley looked disturbed.
“Or she’s making a lot of noise to support that idea for reasons of her own,” Brenna said.
“Do you think she did it?” Tenley asked.
“I didn’t get murderess off of her,” Brenna said. “But as you know, murderers don’t exactly wear signs, do they?”
Tenley nodded.
“How about you? Anything interesting turn up?”
“No,” Tenley said. “No one really talked to me, and I started to feel pretty lousy. Sorry I ditched on you, but once I saw Dom there, I knew you’d be in good hands.”
Brenna felt her face grow warm. She was so not talking about her confused feelings for Dom right now.
“We need to find out who Harvey was shacking up with,” Brenna said.
“But how?” Tenley asked. “Unless . . .”
“Go on,” Brenna prompted her. “Unless what?”
“I could ask Kristin,” Tenley said. “Remember she said something about Harvey’s embarrassing midlife crisis. Maybe she knows who the other woman is.”
Brenna remembered the very angry redheaded woman who dragged Lydia out of the bar the night before. She couldn’t help but be relieved that Tenley was going to be the one to question her. Quite frankly, she scared Brenna.
After picking up Tenley’s car, they both went into town to open up the shop. They did a brisk business to tourists in the morning, and lunch passed in a blur. Before Brenna knew it, it was time for her afternoon class.
“Any idea who might show up for the class today?” Tenley asked.
“None,” Brenna said. “Preston offered the class to his leaf peepers as part of the nature hike, but after that trauma, I don’t know how many of them have stayed in town or whether they have any interest in decoupage.”
The bells on the door jangled and in walked Jan and Dan of the matching sweaters, although today it was matching sweatshirts emblazoned with DARTMOUTH across the chest.
“Hello, Brenna,” Jan said. “I hope we’re not late. We got distracted with today’s crossword and completely lost track of the time.”
“Not at all,” Brenna said. “In fact, you’re the first ones here. We’ll be working at the table in the back of the shop. Go ahead and have a seat.”
The door opened again, and this time it was Suede and Julie and the quiet blond girl, Paula. Brenna and Tenley exchanged a look. This was more than either of them had expected.
“Are Zach and Lily joining us?” Brenna asked the group.
Jan and Dan exchanged an amused look, and Jan said, “They were otherwise occupied.”
It took Brenna a second to get it. “Oh. Oh!”
“Exactly,” Dan said, and Jan laughed and slapped him on the arm.
“Well, let’s go ahead and get started,” Brenna said.
The door pushed open again, and Brenna was surprised to see Siobhan enter the shop. She sauntered to the back of the room and sat at the worktable with the others.
“Hi, Siobhan,” Brenna said. “Can I help you?”
“I’m here for the class,” she said. “I went on the hike, so I get to join the class. Right?”
Her voice was terse, almost challenging, and Brenna felt a hot flicker of annoyance. “Well, since two of our group can’t make it, I suppose you can join in.”
Siobhan gave her a smug smile, as if she’d known all along that she’d get her way. Brenna wondered if Siobhan was
Matt had dropped her off at Brenna’s bright and early, and they were driving back to the country club in Brenna’s Jeep to retrieve Tenley’s car.
“That dirty martinis are not my friends,” Brenna said.
“So, Dom gave you a ride home?” Tenley asked. She looked like she wanted to giggle but thought better of it. “I should have warned you about Lydia and her toasts. Sorry about that.”
“It’s all right. I got to know her pretty well,” Brenna said. “She’s a little bitter about Harvey leaving her for a younger woman. She even toasted your dad for shooting the rat bastard.”
“So, she thinks my father did it?” Tenley looked disturbed.
“Or she’s making a lot of noise to support that idea for reasons of her own,” Brenna said.
“Do you think she did it?” Tenley asked.
“I didn’t get murderess off of her,” Brenna said. “But as you know, murderers don’t exactly wear signs, do they?”
Tenley nodded.
“How about you? Anything interesting turn up?”
“No,” Tenley said. “No one really talked to me, and I started to feel pretty lousy. Sorry I ditched on you, but once I saw Dom there, I knew you’d be in good hands.”
Brenna felt her face grow warm. She was so not talking about her confused feelings for Dom right now.
“We need to find out who Harvey was shacking up with,” Brenna said.
“But how?” Tenley asked. “Unless . . .”
“Go on,” Brenna prompted her. “Unless what?”
“I could ask Kristin,” Tenley said. “Remember she said something about Harvey’s embarrassing midlife crisis. Maybe she knows who the other woman is.”
Brenna remembered the very angry redheaded woman who dragged Lydia out of the bar the night before. She couldn’t help but be relieved that Tenley was going to be the one to question her. Quite frankly, she scared Brenna.
After picking up Tenley’s car, they both went into town to open up the shop. They did a brisk business to tourists in the morning, and lunch passed in a blur. Before Brenna knew it, it was time for her afternoon class.
“Any idea who might show up for the class today?” Tenley asked.
“None,” Brenna said. “Preston offered the class to his leaf peepers as part of the nature hike, but after that trauma, I don’t know how many of them have stayed in town or whether they have any interest in decoupage.”
The bells on the door jangled and in walked Jan and Dan of the matching sweaters, although today it was matching sweatshirts emblazoned with DARTMOUTH across the chest.
“Hello, Brenna,” Jan said. “I hope we’re not late. We got distracted with today’s crossword and completely lost track of the time.”
“Not at all,” Brenna said. “In fact, you’re the first ones here. We’ll be working at the table in the back of the shop. Go ahead and have a seat.”
The door opened again, and this time it was Suede and Julie and the quiet blond girl, Paula. Brenna and Tenley exchanged a look. This was more than either of them had expected.
“Are Zach and Lily joining us?” Brenna asked the group.
Jan and Dan exchanged an amused look, and Jan said, “They were otherwise occupied.”
It took Brenna a second to get it. “Oh. Oh!”
“Exactly,” Dan said, and Jan laughed and slapped him on the arm.
“Well, let’s go ahead and get started,” Brenna said.
The door pushed open again, and Brenna was surprised to see Siobhan enter the shop. She sauntered to the back of the room and sat at the worktable with the others.
“Hi, Siobhan,” Brenna said. “Can I help you?”
“I’m here for the class,” she said. “I went on the hike, so I get to join the class. Right?”
Her voice was terse, almost challenging, and Brenna felt a hot flicker of annoyance. “Well, since two of our group can’t make it, I suppose you can join in.”
Siobhan gave her a smug smile, as if she’d known all along that she’d get her way. Brenna wondered if Siobhan was
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