“She gave me a whole list of recommendations yesterday while you were unpacking.” He grinned. “She’s very opinionated about food.”
“That sounds like Wren.”
We got up and got ready. Wren was already awake in the kitchen, coffee in hand, working on her laptop.
“Morning, lovebirds,” she said without looking up. “Coffee’s fresh.”
“We’re going out for breakfast,” Dex said.
“The Sandpiper?”
“That’s the one.”
“Good choice. Get the crab benedict.” She finally looked up, and something passed between her and Dex. Something that made my eyes narrow.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” Wren asked innocently, sipping at her coffee like she didn’t have a clue what I could be talking about.
“That look. You two are up to something.”
“We’re not up to anything,” Dex said, but he wasn’t meeting my eyes.
“Dex.”
“Just trust me, okay? I promise it’s good.”
I looked between them, suspicious, but let it drop. “Fine. But if this is some elaborate prank…”
“It’s not a prank,” Wren said. “You play one prank on someone and they get paranoid for years. Now go. You don’t want to miss the breakfast rush. Well, you do, actually. You want to get there before it gets busy.”
I squinted at her in suspicion before backing out of the room. This girl wasn’t ending up with green hair again. Dex’s peals of laughter weren’t exactly filling me with confidence either.
Dex was still acting strangely, but it was easy to forget about it at The Sandpiper. This was my favourite spot in town, a cute little café right on the waterfront, with outdoor seating that overlooked the marina. Wren was right as always, and the crab benedict was incredible. But I couldn’t help noticing how distracted Dex was.
He kept checking his watch. Looking at his phone. Fidgeting with his napkin.
“Okay,” I said finally, setting down my fork. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve checked your watch three times in the last ten minutes. And you keep looking at the door like you’re expecting someone. So what’s going on?”
“Nothing. I just...” He checked his watch again. “I want to show you something.”
“Show me something? Dex, you only got here yesterday. How do you already have surprises?”
A guilty look crossed his face.
“Oh my god. Wren helped you, didn’t she?”
“Maybe.”
“When? How?”
“Yesterday while you were editing photos, I might have... gone out for a bit.”
I stared at him. “Dexter Moore. What did you do?”
