“Did something happen between you and Elisha?” Sander asked while manning the wheel on the road to the restaurant where they would meet Lowell and Wednesday.
Instead of answering, Primrose’s eyes remained fixated on the small mirror she was holding. She continued to fix her make-up before shifting back to glance at her husband. The man was still focused on the road, but he was obviously waiting for an answer.
“Nothing. Why do you ask?”
He met her gaze through the rearview mirror briefly, followed by a sigh. “Don’t try to shake it off. I know the two of you are friendly, but that’s not what I saw earlier.”
“It’s nothing. Like, really,” the red-haired lady reiterated and bit her lower lip. “Maybe I just saw her in a different light after today.”
“Why? Did she do something that displ
