He shook his head. “I’m okay.”
Tess wiped her hands down the legs of her jeans. “Annie read the Bozeman Chronicle today. She saw the article you wrote about the young couple who’d had their house burgled.”
Logan had interviewed them last week. It was the kind of story his editor called a human interest story. But there was nothing interesting about the empty house the couple had come home to. They hadn’t had much to start with and this had been another blow they didn’t need.
“The police still haven’t caught the thieves,” he said.
“The engaged couple are getting married in two weeks’ time. We thought we could help.”
“We?”
“Annie, Molly, Sally and me. We’ve got lots of bridesmaids’ dresses between us. We could give the bride four dresses for her wedding.”
He didn’t know what to say. “Why would you do that?”
“Because she needs our help. But we don’t know who she is or where she lives. I was hoping you’d be able to…”
“I can’t.” Logan sat back in his chair. “They asked me not to tell anyone their real names.”
Tess’ mouth dropped open. “So they aren’t Estelle and Darren?”
He shook his head. “Not even close. I wish I could help you, but they didn’t want anyone knowing who they were. I guess they were embarrassed.”
“If we don’t find them soon it will be too late to give them the dresses.”
“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.”
“Can you tell us where they live or where they work?”
“I can’t, I’m sorry. They didn’t want me to disclose their personal information.”
Tess crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Do you know how annoying you are?”
Logan held back his laughter. “I’m sure you’re going to enlighten me. But I still can’t tell you anything about them.”
“There must be something you could tell me? We’ve only got two weeks before their wedding. It was two weeks, right?”
Logan ran his hand across his mouth. “I supposed I could say yes. But I can’t answer any more questions.”
Tess stood up and grabbed her bag. “What if you don’t say anything. What if I ask you some questions and you say yes or no?” She flipped open her notebook and waited for his answer.
With her blue eyes staring at him, he was having trouble saying anything. “Fine. But I’m not answering any questions that are marginal.”
Tess took a deep breath. “Okay, that’s good. I can work with that.” She looked in her notebook. “Question one. Do the bride and groom-to-be live in Bozeman?”
“Yes.”
“Are they between twenty and twenty-five years old?”
“Yes.”
Tess scribbled down something, then kept going. “Are they getting married in a Church?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you know?”
“I was there to interview them about the burglary, not their wedding.”
Tess looked disappointed. “So you’ve got no idea where they’re getting married?”
“No idea.”
“Do you know what time they’re getting married?”
“No.”
“What kind of reporter are you?”
“A good one.” He laughed at the growl coming from her throat.
“Can you tell me the mother of the bride’s name?”
“Good try, but I’m not telling.”
Tess closed her notebook. “This is ridiculous. Is there anything you can say to help us find the couple?”
“Not unless you’ve got more questions for me?” He watched Tess skim through the other notes she’d made.
“There’s nothing here that you’ll be able to answer. I need a milkshake.”
She went to the kitchen and pulled a tub of ice cream out of the freezer. “Do you want one?”
“No, thanks.” Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a milkshake. He walked to the kitchen and watched Tess. She poured milk into a metal cup, dropped in a couple of scoops of ice cream, then squirted some kind of flavoring on the top.
She looked up and grinned. “I’m a vanilla girl. Grandpa’s favorite was lime and grandma liked peppermint. What’s your favorite flavor?”
“Caramel.”
“A sweet tooth.” She clipped the metal cylinder under the milkshake machine. “This is an original 1950’s Hamilton Beach triple-head blender. Are you sure you don’t want one?”
She grinned as she increased the speed on the machine. It was like watching a little girl open her Christmas presents from Santa. She was totally smitten with the machine.
“Okay. Put one on for me,” he yelled over the noise of the blender.
Tess nodded and put another cup under the beaters. Within minutes she had both cups sitting on the counter. She dropped a straw into each one and smiled. “When I got home from school I used to work in the ice cream parlor with grandpa. He always had a thick vanilla milkshake waiting for me.”
“Sounds like a great grandpa.” Logan watched Tess’ face soften.
“He was. He always said he could judge a person by the flavor of the milkshake they ordered.”
“What did he say about people who like caramel?”
Tess smiled. “That would be giving away his secrets. Let’s just say I take grandpa’s personality test very seriously.” She sucked a mouthful of milkshake through the straw. “Tell me what you think?”
Logan drunk some of his milkshake. It was cold, thick and sweet. Everything a good milkshake should be. “It’s great. You should sell them in your café.”
“I’ve got another machine in the kitchen downstairs, but not many people drink milkshakes.”
“You could advertise them, start a revival. An old fashioned milkshake in a heritage building.”
Tess shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll think about it. So how am I going to find Ms. Bride and Mr. Groom?”
Logan pulled a red vinyl stool out from the counter and sat down. “What if I went for a drive?”
“How’s that going to help me?”
He kept drinking his milkshake. “I’ve always enjoyed going for a Sunday morning drive.”
“You’re not making much sense. Unless…”
A smile worked its way across her face. He had a feeling the sugar in her milkshake might have contributed to her state of bliss more than his words, but he’d take it anyway.
“If someone followed you, on your Sunday morning drive, would it break any confidentiality issues?” Tess asked.
“I’m going for a drive. Anyone can follow me.”
“And how many times would you stop?”
“Just once.”
Tess sat beside him and rested her chin on her hand. “What time do you like leaving on your Sunday morning drives?”
“I could drive past the café at about ten o’clock?”
“Ten would work. But don’t get any ideas about where this might be going. I’m using you for information.”
“Nice to know you’re honest,” Logan muttered. “You’ve got to promise me that the drive will be low key. You’re not going to do anything that will make the bride go running and screaming to my editor, are you?”
“Of course not,” Tess said. “I’ll be so discreet that no one will ever know I’ve been near her home.”
Logan had a feeling she might be over-exaggerating her super sleuth abilities, but he couldn’t do much about it now. He pushed his empty milkshake cup away and stood up. “Tomorrow morning. Ten o’clock.”
“Yes, sir.” Tess followed him to her back door and held it open. “Thanks, Logan. I appreciate your help.”
“Once you know where they live you can do the rest on your own.”
“That’s all I need.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow in my rear view mirror.” He left Tess’ apartment feeling happy. It was so different to how he normally felt that he almost didn’t recognize it. But it
was there all the same.
Tess Williams, the woman most likely to annoy him, had made him happy. And he was damned if he knew why.
***
“This is so exciting. I think I’m going to pee my pants.” Sally jumped up and down in the backseat of Tess’ car like an over-excited puppy.
“Just keep low. If Logan sees who’s in the car, he might change his mind.” Tess was beginning to think it wasn’t such a good idea that everyone had come on their Sunday drive. When she’d texted Molly, Sally, and Annie they’d all decided they needed to be here, too. Logan didn’t know her car was packed with Nancy Drew wannabees.
Molly was sitting in the backseat with Sally. She grabbed hold of Sally’s arm and tugged her down. “Once we get moving he won’t notice us.”
“Why did I get the front seat?” Annie moaned. “There’s no room in here. I want to go in the backseat.”
“Too late. Logan just drove past and waved.” Tess turned the ignition on and pulled away from the curb.
Annie poked her head above the dashboard. “I can’t see him.”
“Will you get your head down,” Tess hissed. “If Logan doesn’t catch us the police will. You’re supposed to have a seatbelt on.”
“I feel like one of Charlie’s Angels,” Sally squealed. “I’ll be the one with the blonde hair that flicks out at the sides.”
“But you’ve got black hair,” Annie said.
“Don’t burst my bubble,” Sally said. “I dreamed about being Farah Fawcett for years. I even tried to dye my hair blonde once.”
“How did it turn out?” Molly asked.
“Black.”
“You could be Kelly,” Molly said.
“You know their names?” Annie said. “I didn’t know you watched Charlie’s Angels in Ireland.”
“Of course we watched Charlie’s Angels. We’re quite civilized when we need to be.”
“Hold on,” Tess said. “We’re turning left.”
Molly and Sally giggled from the back seat.
Annie groaned. “When can I sit on the seat. My back is killing me.”
Tess glanced down at Annie. “Pull your feet around. You look like one of those contortionists.”
“Easy for you to say,” Annie mumbled. “I’m five-foot-five and I feel like I’ve been squashed into a rabbit hutch.”
“Alice,” Molly piped up. “You could be Alice in Wonderland.”
“And Tess could be the Mad Hatter,” Sally laughed.
“Enough already,” Tess groaned. “Red light up ahead.” She leaned forward in her seat. “We’re in trouble. There’s a police officer further up the road. He’s stopping cars.”
“What are we going to do?” Sally shrieked.
“Sit up and put your seat belts on,” Tess said. “He’s probably checking drivers’ licenses.”
Annie pulled herself onto the passenger seat. “Why don’t you have a big truck with tinted windows?”
“Doesn’t come in a price range I can afford. Now get your seat belt on and stop moaning. Logan’s gone through the checkpoint and he’s waiting for us further up the road. Okay, everyone look intelligent. We’re going for a nice Sunday drive.”
“Yes, Charlie,” Sally said breathlessly.
Molly and Annie burst out laughing.
Tess stopped for the police officer and rolled down her window. “Good morning, officer.”
“Where are you ladies heading?”
Tess looked up into the officer’s eyes are tried to act as though they weren’t stalking some poor unsuspecting bride. “You know, just going for a drive.”
Sally started giggling from the back seat and the officer took a closer look at them. “You ladies wouldn’t have been drinking would you?”
Everyone shook their heads.
He looked at Tess. “Driver’s license, ma’am?”
Annie passed her bag across and Tess fumbled inside for her wallet. “Here it is.” She handed over her license and waited while he checked her details.
“I’m going to hold this Breathalyzer up to your mouth. I want you to tell me your name and address.”
Tess did as the officer asked.
He looked at the reading. “You did fine, ma’am. Have a good day.” He glanced in the back seat at Sally. “You take care, now.”
Tess drove slowly away, flicking her lights at Logan to tell him to keep going.
Annie looked behind her, then wiggled off her seat. “I think the police officer liked you, Sally.”
“I should have asked him for his phone number,” Sally groaned. “I’m not assertive enough.”
“You are when you’re trying to find homes for your shelter animals,” Molly said. “You should think of men as strays. You’d be very assertive then.”
Tess ignored Molly’s stray animal comment and kept a careful eye on where Logan was heading. “Logan’s slowing down. Everyone get down.”
There was a fit of giggles from the back seat and Annie grumbled as she folded herself in half.
“He’s stopped. This is it.” Tess couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice. “We’re here.”
She pulled over and looked around. They were in a neighborhood of nice homes. They weren’t the most expensive properties in Bozeman, but everyone’s front yards were well kept and tidy. Some teenagers were playing basketball in their driveway and a lady was walking her dog.
She glanced at Logan’s truck. “Oh, no. He’s walking toward my car.”
“Are you sure he’s coming this way and not stretching his legs?” Molly asked.
“Of course I’m sure,” Tess whispered. “Stay here and don’t move.” She jumped out of her car and met him halfway between the two vehicles.
Logan looked at her as if he knew what she’d been up to. But that was probably her imagination working overtime. He would have refused to take her anywhere if he’d seen the junior detective team in her car.
She tried to act normal, as if three sets of ears weren’t straining to hear what he said. “Good morning.”
Logan smiled as she walked toward him. His brown eyes traveled down her body and stopped at her neon pink sneakers. “Nice shoes.”
Tess looked down. “Thanks. I bought them so I don’t lose them in my closet.” She looked at the houses on either side of the road. “Which house belongs to the couple we’re looking for?”
“Not so fast. I want you to promise that this information stays between the two of us. Once you get permission from the couple, you can tell your friends who they are and where they live.”
Tess stopped herself from glancing back at her car. This could be a tricky promise to make. Especially since her cohorts in crime were sitting thirty feet away. “I don’t see a problem with telling everyone sooner. They’re my friends. They can be discreet.”
“I’m sure they can. But no promise, no location.” Logan crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Tess tried to outstare him, but it didn’t work. “We only want to help. No one will ever know how we found them.”
“Not going to happen.”
Tess stuck her hands in her pockets. There weren’t that many houses in the street. With all four of them walking up and down and knocking on each door, they’d eventually find them.
“What aren’t you telling me?” Logan started to look suspicious. He glanced back at her car and frowned. “Was that…?” He started walking toward her car.
“You probably don’t want to do that.”
Logan kept walking. He stopped when he got to the passenger door. He peered inside.
Annie’s head popped into view, then the rest of her body as she clambered out of the car. Even from thirty feet away, Tess could feel his icy stare cut across the mid-morning sunshine.
“You want to tell me what’s going on?” Logan asked.
A giggle sliced through the feeble excuse hovering on Tess’ lips. Logan opened the back door and Molly and Sally joined Annie on the sidewalk. They stopped giggling as soon as they saw him.
“Oh come on, Logan,” Sally said. “It’s not like you’re the FBI or anything. It was a little deception. The burglary wouldn’t even have made the papers in a big city.”
“We’re not a big city.”
“Exactly,” Annie said. “We care about each other. We want to help make the bride’s wedding amazing. You can’t be angry with us for that?”
Tess walked back to her car and joined her three friends. Under the circumstances, introductions seemed a little late. But good manners had been drilled into her as a teenager, and good manners Logan would get. She ignored his impersonation of Mr. Frosty and gestured to Molly.
“You’ve already met Annie and Sally, but I don’t think you know Molly. Logan, this is Molly. Molly, Logan.”
Molly smiled. Logan didn’t. He wasn’t impressed with Tess’ good manners.
“This isn’t what we agreed to,” he growled.
“I know, but they wanted to help and I didn’t think you’d mind. Too much.” Tess had a feeling her confession might have come a bit too late.
“If you didn’t think I’d mind, there wouldn’t have been three women hiding in your car.”
He had a point. A very valid point. “Okay. So I guess you’re right. I knew you’d freak out if you saw more than one person sitting in my car. But I can’t see what your problem is. We’re doing a good deed for someone, not committing treason.”
Logan looked at each of them. “Fine. But only Tess and I speak to the couple. The rest of you can…hover.”
Molly reached into Tess’ car and picked up her camera. “I can hover.”
“No photos,” Logan warned. “Not until you’ve got permission.”
Sally shook her head. “I never would have believed you were so…”
Tess could have ended Sally’s sentence with the words uptight, stubborn, or pigheaded.
“…straight-laced,” Sally said.
Logan turned around and started walking down the street.
Tess looked at Molly, Sally, and Annie. She didn’t know whether he was leaving them on the side of the road or going to the bride-to-be’s house. She walked quickly along the sidewalk. “Where are you going?”
He kept walking. “I thought that would have been obvious. We’re going to see someone about four bridesmaids’ dresses.”
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