"You're looking chipper this morning." Cilla stood in the kitchen, hands on hips, studying Pepper.
"Why shouldn't I? I had a good night's sleep."
"Really?" A grin teased at Cilla's mouth. "So, after the big dinner last night, you and your so-called fiancé came back here and you hopped into bed. Alone."
"Yes." Pepper concentrated on the scones she was plating. "Of course. And what do you mean, 'big' dinner? It was dinner with my folks. That's all."
"Oh, please." Cilla flapped a hand at her. "My phone rang off the hook last night, people who wanted all the gory details. Your mama gave a fine performance, fawning all over him while giving him the third degree."
Pepper snorted. "You got that right. I have no idea why he didn't run screaming into the night." She sighed. "I have to agree Ma
