Pride and Prejudice in Las Vegas: A Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries Book 19) by A.R. Winters

Author:A.R. Winters [Winters, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-18T16:00:00+00:00

The plan was to go to mom’s for lunch, and then for me to drive Nanna, Mom, and Ian all to the Tremonte to watch Bridget’s big event.

When I arrived, I let myself in. I could hear Mom and Nanna talking in the kitchen from the hallway.

“I’m just so proud of our little girl,” Nanna said.

“I know,” Mom said. “She’s come so far. I used to worry about her before, but now—”

“—she’s all grown up!”

I walked into the kitchen, a big smile on my face. “My ears are burning.”

Mom and Nanna looked at me, slightly confused.

“We were talking about Bridget, dear,” Nanna said.

“Oh.”

“But we’re proud of you too,” Mom said, less convincingly than when she was talking about my dog. “But if you could just find yourself a nice—”

“Don’t say it, Mom.”

She desperately wanted me to find a nice guy and settle down. She wanted to be a Nanna too.

“Sorry, dear.”

With Ryan who knows where, and Stone gone along with him, I wasn’t on the lookout for a replacement boyfriend just yet. Even if, as Nanna claimed, Ryan and I had been officially broken up the second he disappeared to go and work undercover, I still needed closure. Or time. Preferably both.

“What’s for lunch?”

“I made lasagna!” Nanna said proudly. “I managed to save all of the Killer Cook’s recipes before they got removed.”

I stared at Nanna. “We’re having murderer’s lasagna?”

Nanna giggled and waved my reluctance away.

“I know—I shouldn’t. But his recipes really are very good.”

Sometimes she was insufferable. The Killer Cook, as we now called him, had been a popular chef, but unfortunately he turned out to be a killer as well. Nanna and I had spent an afternoon with him and even eaten a meal prepared by him. Though that meal had been undeniably delicious, the next time I ate something prepared by him he tried to poison me. And here was Nanna cooking up one of his recipes.

Of course, she did have a point": his food had been delicious.

“Any sign of Ian?” Mom asked.

Ding dong!

“I think that’s one,” Nanna said with a laugh as she walked out of the kitchen toward the front door.

When Ian and Nanna returned, I could see that we were in for an interesting lunch. If you could call listening to Ian complain about things interesting, that is.

“How’s it going?” I asked him with a friendly smile.

“Don’t ask!”

“Okay,” I said with a sweet smile. Ian glared at me.

“Tell us all about it,” said Mom, stroking his arm soothingly.

“It’s Sally. And Angel. And Amber. And my driving instructor. And our relationship counselor.”

“Not much then?” I remarked.

Ian told my mom and Nanna all about his woes. I knew most of them already, apart from the updates from that morning. He didn’t get around to them until we were all sitting around the dining table digging into the exceptionally delicious lasagna.

“…and then she fired me!”

Mom and Nanna’s eyes bulged. I think mine did too.

“Your driving instructor fired you? Can they do that?”

“That’s what I said! I told her, ‘You can’t fire me! I’m the customer!’”

“What did she say?” Mom asked.

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