“Yep.” Katie grinned. “How’d you know?”

“She’s done it to me for years. Let me guess She saw romance in your future, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What else?”

Katie thought of Octavia’s concerns about danger, then decided to dismiss them. It was all nonsense, anyway. “Not much.”

Tiffany lifted a disbelieving brow. “That’s odd. She usually comes up with two or three predictions. It’s her passion.”

“Now there’s a good topic,” Bliss said. “Passion. Why don’t you fill us in on this romance you’ve got going with Luke Gates.”

Katie nearly choked on a swallow of iced tea. “I don’t think I’d call it a ‘romance.’”

“Looked that way to me. At the reception.” Bliss nudged her plate aside. “Convenient that he lives in the carriage house.”

“‘Convenient’?” Katie repeated.

Folding her arms across her chest, Bliss pinned Katie with her incredibly blue eyes. “Isn’t it?”

“I don’t know if ‘convenient’ is the right word,” Katie hedged, “but, yes, since you’re asking, I like him. That’s about it. There’s really not much more to tell.”

Tiffany rolled her large eyes. “Who are you trying to kid?” Sending Bliss a conspiring glance, she said, “Katie’s been interested in him since he first came into town.”

“I remember,” Bliss agreed, showing off a dimple as she grinned at her youngest half-sister. “You were certain he was involved in some kind of mystery.”

“My imagination tends to lean toward the melodramatic.”

“Part of your charm,” Tiffany said.

“Then, at the reception, Mason and I both noticed that you were very interested in him and that the feeling is mutual,” Bliss commented.

“He’s an interesting man,” Katie admitted, determined not to reveal too much, though it was out of character for her.

“That’s it? Just ‘interesting’?” Bliss asked with a laugh. “Come on, Katie.”

“Okay, okay, a little more than ‘just interesting.’”

“A lot more,” Tiffany guessed. She dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. “And now you’re living right next door. If you ask me it’s pretty handy for a romance.”

Katie’s eyes narrowed. “If I didn’t know better I’d guess this was a plot set in motion by two kindhearted, if tunnel-visioned sisters who want me involved with a man.” She pointed her finger at the half-sister seated on the bench beside her. “If I remember correctly, you were the one who suggested I move into the main house.”

Tiffany giggled. “Guilty as charged.”

“Okay, okay,” Bliss interjected. “Tiffany might have gotten you to move into the house, but I had nothing to do with it.”

“Don’t look at me.” Tiffany shook her head. “I don’t play Cupid. I just needed someone reliable to take care of the renters.”