Page 14 of All Dressed Up

“So, Zoe has the purse?” Bethany asked.

“No. It wigged her out, so Donovan took it,” Rachel filled Bethany in. “Not long after, Mary began leaving him clues inside it to win Zoe’s heart or something like that. I don’t really know how it worked. I only saw the purse one time.” That was the truth. She’d seen it lying on the dresser in her guest room one night. Donovan had been staying with her—still was—and said it was Mary’s.

Rachel also knew who had it now per Mary’s instructions to her brother.

What kind of game or cruel joke was the dead woman playing with her by telling her to go get the purse now? Stepping outside, Rachel moved quickly to the end of the porch where she could now see down to the docks. The sun had set, but the patrons could easily be seen thanks to the lights strung along the tiki bar.

And sure enough, Will was there, looking way too sexy in a white linen shirt and black shorts. Amber sat next to him, her legs crossed in his direction.

Rachel’s muscles tensed as she watched the cozy pair. “I really need to get out of here now.”

“Sure. Let’s go.” Bethany pulled out her car keys. “I’ll take you home. We can open that bottle of wine. Let me just call Adam and let him know where I’ll be. I’ll only be a second.”

While Rachel waited for Bethany to make her call, she couldn’t help but stare in the direction of the tiki bar.

It should be her down there wearing a sexy minidress having drinks with Will.

She glanced down at the card still in her hand. Why did she have to get the purse now? The owner probably wouldn’t be home for hours.

If he even went home tonight.

Heartbroken at that thought, she watched Amber place her hand on Will’s thigh, laughing at something he said.

Rachel’s jaw dropped. Oh my God. That washerfirst date fantasy. So much for Amber being all nervous.

Her chest tightened, and she fisted her hands. Anger finally showed up to the pity party she’d been throwing all night and demanded they leave this second. She spun around and stormed past Bethany. There was someplace she needed to be. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” Bethany asked as they walked up the hill to her car.

“To pick a lock.”

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