“They sure did,” Tiffany said, putting a warm ceramic plate down on the stone in front of me.

“Everything’s right on track for Friday morning.”

“I never saw the final schedule,” I said.

“You’ve been so worn out lately, honey,” she said, her voice dropping into that sweet tone.

“I handled the final schedule for you.”

Chloe took another gulp of wine and set her glass down hard on the stone.

“Are we opening the expensive bottle now or waiting till he’s done eating?”

“Let Garrett eat his dinner in peace, Chloe,” Tiffany said, her eyes flicking sideways to her sister for a second before she smiled back at me.