style="font-size:15px;"> “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. These are for Faye. She can’t wear heels because of the arthritis in her feet, so Kate bedazzled her favorite pair of Keds.”
“Bedazzled?” Alex looked at Quinn.
“I have no idea, but it sounds like something Kate would do,” he said with a shrug.
Alex’s eyes narrowed. “So does causing a glitch.”
Abby cast Alex a meaningful look, silently reminding him of their conversation the night before. “Don’t worry. Everything will be…everything is fine.”
Where had he heard that before? Oh yes, in the Grapevine Café that morning.
“Does this have something to do with the chicken?” he demanded.
Abby’s eyes went wide. “Kate told you?”
Actually, the tattooed, pie-eating truck driver had. He’d also told Alex—between bites—that the café’s walk-in freezer had died and she’d lost a good portion of her inventory.
“I heard the order didn’t come in.”
Abby nodded. “Kate called about half an hour ago. The order was supposed to be on the truck, but she found out the supplier wrote down the wrong date. The chicken will arrive on time—a week from now.”
“I hope that doesn’t mean you want to postpone the wedding?” Quinn wrapped an arm around Abby’s slender waist.
She smiled up at him. “Not a chance. It’ll work out. Kate just wanted to let me know that she’ll be a few minutes late for the rehearsal dinner. Thor is giving her grief again so she’ll meet up with us at the restaurant.”
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