Bobbie Friedman had obviously spent many days on the beach, her skin weathered and tan and wrinkled. She’d invited the sisters to have a picnic on the sand with her and her husband, and Tessa had been so out of it from her midnight romp in the attic that she hadn’t been able to come up with a reason why she and Janey couldn’t attend.
“How long will you girls be here?” Bobbie asked, opening a picnic basket complete with the red and white checkered cloth.
Tessa met Janey’s eye. Today she wore a black swimming suit cover up that made her look like a queen, plenty of dark eye makeup she’d hidden behind her oversized sunglasses, and a smile.
“Until things are settled,” Janey said evasively, and that was news to Tessa.
“Have you decided to sell the cottage?” Riggs asked, his green eyes brigh
