"In the guest room, yeah." Defensiveness crept into Nate's tone. "Look, I know Trish can be intense, but she's family. She's been through everything with me."
Grayson nodded, not wanting to push too hard. "I understand. I just... the timing of all this is strange. The messages seem… well, they’re just not Prue." Prue had always been sweet.
"You think I don't know that?" Nate's voice rose slightly. "But she isn't the woman you remember, Gray. If she ever was."
The waiter appeared with fresh drinks. They fell silent until he departed.
"Have you considered having someone look into this?" Grayson asked. "Not just the messages, but the whole situation?"
Nate paused, glass halfway to his lips. "What, like have one of my men follow my wife?"
"Not exactly. But maybe look at the bigger pictur
