Chapter 25: NonnyThe party was quieter by the time we walked back to the Tremaines yard; many of the younger couples with children had headed home.
Nonny Tremaine spied us walking back and waved us over to where she sat, her eyes twinkling with delight.
“What have you been up to, Conal Tremaine?” she demanded when we reached her side.
“Nothing, Nonny.” I saw Conal wink at his grandmother. “I took Charlotte for a walk by the river.”
“Nice night for a moonlit walk,” Nonny said with a knowing grin.
I blushed furiously and Conal grinned sheepishly at his grandmother. “What's up, Nonny?”
The elderly woman looked at me pointedly. “Sit down, child. I would like to talk to you some more, now those old busybodies have gone on home to their beds.”
I met Conal's eyes and he shrugged, pulling a
