Chapter Sixty-Eight
“Do you have any idea when she’s coming?” Bonnie sat with a menu in her hands.
Kate shook her head, a pad of paper in her hands, pen poised. “No, the letter didn’t say a time, just that she’s coming tonight. I have our best table reserved for her, though.” She smiled at Tate, who wore a smart suit to dinner. “Are you still deciding? I can come back in a minute? We’re so busy, Aidan’s finding it hard to cope.”
“We’ll order now if that’s okay with you? Tell Aidan there’s no rush. We’re here for the duration, and to see Gaynor Crane in the flesh.”
“I didn’t think you followed her?” Kate grinned, knowing Bonnie would have binge watched episodes of Gaynor’s BBC programme. “Oh no, she’s gone fan girl on us, Tate.” She winked at him.
Bonnie chuckled, then relayed her food
