Chapter Twenty-Six
“I see your theatrics haven’t ceased.”
“No more so than your dramatic entrances.” Tamryn barely glanced at Dina, her focus more intent on studying a chipped nail than the fact our conversation had not only been overheard but interrupted. Not the reaction one would expect when encountering a complete stranger. Or so I thought. “Besides, that line is getting old, even for you, Auntie.”
Auntie?
My head swiveled between the two. Why had Tamryn accused me of being in cahoots with the woman at the diner when she already knew who she was—and was, in fact, related to her? Had it been one of her little tests? Had she been buying time? Or just stringing me along?
I surveyed her and after a moment, she finally grew tired of scrutinizing her manicure and raised her head to meet
