This time, it was Harper who replied, "Yeah, tell me about it."
Gordy cleared his throat. "So…I guess I'll be going." He looked to Harper. "If you need anything, you let us know, okay?"
After another round of thanks, Harper sent him on his way with a solemn promise to let him know if she wasreallybeing murdered.
Nowthatwas an unfunny joke.
At the thought of anything bad happening to her, I felt my insides turn to ice. I didn't know what exactly was going on, but Ididknow that this wasn't the time to let down my guard.
After closing and locking the front door, I turned and gave Harper a long careful look.
Oh, yeah.She needed eggnog.
Lots of eggnog.
Chapter 39
Harper
Bryce asked, "So what'd she look like?"
I was sitting on the sofa clutching a nice tall glass of eggnog spiked with rum. For tonight's reception, the caterers had already delivered a ton of it – meaning the eggnog, not the alcohol.
Bryce had pulled the rum from our secret stash, and I was thankful that he had. My glass was nearly empty, which wasn't exactly a surprise considering that I'd been slurping like a madwoman.
In reply to his question, I said, "She looked like a model – and not for a local department store either."
Bryce sat down beside me. "I'm gonna need a better description thanthat."
"Fine," I said. "She was tall and brunette with long legs and shiny dark hair."
This made him pause. "Shiny?"
"Yeah, like she'd just gotten out of the salon."
"Huh."
My eyes narrowed. "What doesthatmean?"
"I just never thought of the hair thing before."
Oh, please.Natalia had the kind of hair that guys always noticed. Sure, they noticed mine, too, but not necessarily in a positive way. Feeling self-conscious now, I reached up to twist a few strands around my finger.
It didn't feel the least bit shiny, and I knew for sure that it didn'tlookit.
Already, I'd given Bryce a brief rundown of my conversation with the brunette on the porch. I'd even mentioned the suitcase and the fact that she had threatened to call him.
But she never had – at least not according to Bryce.
And yet, shehadpulled out her cell phone.
What was that about?
Bryce asked, "So how'd you leave it?"
"Leave what?"
"Your conversation," he said. "How'd it end?"
