“Naturally. I have to bring my maid and matron of honor up to speed.”

“In that case, let’s take our snacks into the living room and get comfortable. We hooked the computer up to the TV for large-screen viewing.”

Grace followed her sisters to the front of the house, sat on the couch, and for the next four hours oohed and aahed over Eve’s honeymoon photos from Tuscany, ate moussaka and carrot cake, discussed the details for Cate’s big day and the plans for her honeymoon in Provence, and played a killer game of Scrabble.

It was the perfect antidote to the bad vibes she’d been battling since the lily-bud episode and the vandalism of her car. By the end of the evening, they’d all but disappeared.

Until Cate shared the news about the incident at the funeral home with Eve as she walked them to the front door.

“You waited until now to tell me this?” Eve didn’t try to hide her exasperation.

“I figured Grace would be mad if I brought it up sooner.” Cate fished her keys out of her purse.

“That’s true. It would have cast a pointless pall over the evening. Vandalism happens. My car had the bad luck to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have an appointment with a garage tomorrow to get the damage fixed, and law enforcement is working on the case. End of story.”

Not counting the midnight caller who’d broken off all the buds on her lily plants.

But no way was she bringing that up. Her sisters were both worrywarts and already too overprotective of their little sister. She’d keep that incident to herself, just as she’d kept them in the dark about—

“Who in law enforcement is on this?” Cate stopped at the front door, blocking the exit. “The cops in the local town?”

“No. The county sheriff.”

“A deputy?”

“No. The sheriff himself. He happened to be on duty Friday night. A local cop responded until he got there, but the funeral home was outside of the town limits and—”

“Whoa.” Eve held up a hand. “What were you doing at a funeral home on a Friday night?”

“Reviewing paperwork for an autopsy.” As Cate responded, she and Eve exchanged a look that was all too transparent.

“No date, huh?” Eve assessed her.

“Not last Friday—but there are possibilities on the horizon.”

“Yeah?” Cate gave her a skeptical perusal. “Did you meet someone new?”

Whoops.

“New people cross my path every week.”

Eve dismissed that with a flip of her hand. “We’re talking about living, breathing people.”

Leave it to the hard-hitting talk-radio host to cut to the chase.

“I am too. In fact, I met someone new this weekend.”

“Someone new as in male and eligible?”

She expelled a disgruntled sigh. “I’m not trolling for men to date.”

“You should be.” Cate jumped back into the fray, morphing into the deductive-reasoning mode that made her a stellar detective. “You worked Friday night and Saturday. I’m guessing the only new people you met were the cop and the sheriff. How old were they?”