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happened on my property.”
“Why did they question Felicity?” I asked.
“They were simply covering all their bases. I explained to them that Felicity didn’t know about my ownership in the airport or about who worked there. They were fine with my answer.”
“Felicity, is this true?” Mom asked. I noted how she wrung her hands. It was a nervous tick she had whenever one of her babies was threatened.
“Yes, of course, Mama.” Felicity kissed Mom on the cheek. “I’m fine, really. Warren’s lawyers did a great job. The police will have to get a warrant and offer just cause to interview us again.”
“If it didn’t mean anything, why was it bad news?” Mom asked.
“When we went to leave, the detective in charge . . . what was his name?”
“Murphy,” I answered my sister. Everyone looked at me funny. “What? He was the guy at the crime scene.”
“You found the body, right?” Warren asked me.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Then you know there is no way Felicity or I was involved. Did you tell the police that?”
“Of course I did,” I answered and crossed my arms in front of me.
“I’m going to get the champagne.” Mom went back into the kitchen.
“Are you going to make her sign one of those prenups?” Dad asked while Mom was in the kitchen. “Because we don’t believe in those things.”
“No, we talked it over.” Warren and Felicity looked at each other with devotion. “Felicity will be my wife. I love her and will support her my entire life no matter what happens.”
“Good!” Dad slapped Warren on the back. “Again, welcome to the family.”
“Champagne!” Mom came in with a tray loaded down with her crystal flutes.
I took my glass after Felicity and Warren. Mom handed Dad his glass and, tucking the tray under her arm, raised hers. “To the happy couple.”
“Hear, hear!”
“Cheers!”
I watched as my family saluted the happy couple. When I took a small sip of my champagne, I noted the starry-eyed look on Felicity’s face and couldn’t help wondering. If Warren had kept something as big as a multimillion-dollar trust fund from my sister, what else was he keeping from her?
Chapter 8
“Are you okay with all this?” I asked as I dried the dishes.
Felicity paused from her washing and sent me this sweet dopey smile. “I simply can’t believe it. I mean, the proposal was out of this world. It was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be.” She plunged her pink-gloved hands back into the sudsy water and pulled out a plate. “Warren tells me you helped him stage the whole event.”
“I did,” I said. “But I had no idea he had a trust fund or that the airplane belonged to him. He lied to me and told me he was renting it for a good rate because he did some work for the company.”
“He lied because he wanted to tell me first and he couldn’t tell me until we were engaged.” She wiped the plate with a sponge, rinsed it, and put it in the drainer. “I’m glad he didn’t tell you. I’m glad he told me first. I should have been told first, don’t you think?”
“I think he should have been honest with you from the start.” I picked up the plate and wiped it with a dish towel. I could hear Mom and Dad and Warren laughing and talking in the front room.
“He had good reasons not to tell me.” Felicity shrugged. “I don’t think I would have even dated him had I known.” She paused and leaned against the counter, dampening the towel she had pinned around her waist. “The whole weekend was so incredible. He told me right after we took off. The flight was smooth and everything was perfect. He took my hand and confessed everything. When we landed in New York, there was a stretch limo waiting to pick us up.” She shook her head. “We stayed in this incredible hotel and ordered room service. He took me for a carriage ride around Central Park. The next day we toured museums and that night he took me to see a Broadway musical. Then we went to dinner at a
“Why did they question Felicity?” I asked.
“They were simply covering all their bases. I explained to them that Felicity didn’t know about my ownership in the airport or about who worked there. They were fine with my answer.”
“Felicity, is this true?” Mom asked. I noted how she wrung her hands. It was a nervous tick she had whenever one of her babies was threatened.
“Yes, of course, Mama.” Felicity kissed Mom on the cheek. “I’m fine, really. Warren’s lawyers did a great job. The police will have to get a warrant and offer just cause to interview us again.”
“If it didn’t mean anything, why was it bad news?” Mom asked.
“When we went to leave, the detective in charge . . . what was his name?”
“Murphy,” I answered my sister. Everyone looked at me funny. “What? He was the guy at the crime scene.”
“You found the body, right?” Warren asked me.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Then you know there is no way Felicity or I was involved. Did you tell the police that?”
“Of course I did,” I answered and crossed my arms in front of me.
“I’m going to get the champagne.” Mom went back into the kitchen.
“Are you going to make her sign one of those prenups?” Dad asked while Mom was in the kitchen. “Because we don’t believe in those things.”
“No, we talked it over.” Warren and Felicity looked at each other with devotion. “Felicity will be my wife. I love her and will support her my entire life no matter what happens.”
“Good!” Dad slapped Warren on the back. “Again, welcome to the family.”
“Champagne!” Mom came in with a tray loaded down with her crystal flutes.
I took my glass after Felicity and Warren. Mom handed Dad his glass and, tucking the tray under her arm, raised hers. “To the happy couple.”
“Hear, hear!”
“Cheers!”
I watched as my family saluted the happy couple. When I took a small sip of my champagne, I noted the starry-eyed look on Felicity’s face and couldn’t help wondering. If Warren had kept something as big as a multimillion-dollar trust fund from my sister, what else was he keeping from her?
Chapter 8
“Are you okay with all this?” I asked as I dried the dishes.
Felicity paused from her washing and sent me this sweet dopey smile. “I simply can’t believe it. I mean, the proposal was out of this world. It was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be.” She plunged her pink-gloved hands back into the sudsy water and pulled out a plate. “Warren tells me you helped him stage the whole event.”
“I did,” I said. “But I had no idea he had a trust fund or that the airplane belonged to him. He lied to me and told me he was renting it for a good rate because he did some work for the company.”
“He lied because he wanted to tell me first and he couldn’t tell me until we were engaged.” She wiped the plate with a sponge, rinsed it, and put it in the drainer. “I’m glad he didn’t tell you. I’m glad he told me first. I should have been told first, don’t you think?”
“I think he should have been honest with you from the start.” I picked up the plate and wiped it with a dish towel. I could hear Mom and Dad and Warren laughing and talking in the front room.
“He had good reasons not to tell me.” Felicity shrugged. “I don’t think I would have even dated him had I known.” She paused and leaned against the counter, dampening the towel she had pinned around her waist. “The whole weekend was so incredible. He told me right after we took off. The flight was smooth and everything was perfect. He took my hand and confessed everything. When we landed in New York, there was a stretch limo waiting to pick us up.” She shook her head. “We stayed in this incredible hotel and ordered room service. He took me for a carriage ride around Central Park. The next day we toured museums and that night he took me to see a Broadway musical. Then we went to dinner at a
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