"Somewhere else not guaranteed."The impromptu barbecue was enjoyed by all, even Gary, who arrived late in the afternoon. Brenna caught Piper watching her and Krista at times, though the younger girl always turned away. To let Grace spend time with her friends and to catch up on old times, Brenna and Krista took over the clean up. As ten o'clock approached, Gary offered to let his daughters' guests stay the evening.
"A ritual to put a man completely at your control."
"Lead, absinthe, and laudanum."
"I've just had too many ups and downs this past week."
Before Brenna retired upstairs for the night, Grace pulled her aside. "Okay, Bren, just what the hell did you do to Piper?" the younger Halliday sister asked once both were in the kitchen.
"Yeah, right, Bren. I saw her glancing at you and Krista all night."
"I didn't do a thing."
Grace parked in front of the kitchen door to prevent her sister from escaping. "And what about Krista?"
"Neither of us did a thing to her, Grace." Brenna sat down on a stool. "Why? Did she say anything?"
"No, but she looks all weirded out, Bren." Grace approached her sister. "Are you sure you didn't do anything to her? What about when I had her ask you about the tongs?"
"She looked weirded out then, too."
Grace picked up an orange from the basket of fruit. She tossed it in the air a few times, getting a feel for its heft. "That's a really nice shirt. I'm sure you can get citrus stains out of it with some effort." She squeezed the orange.