“Why didn’t Bella come tonight?” she asked as they approached the first food table. Appetizers were staged on tiered acrylic displays above artfully rumpled gold table linens. Nick picked up a tiny glass plate and frowned at it. “Short and Orangey said something about weather girl continuing education, which I’m pretty sure is code for Bella is boning someone on the side.” “Suspicious,” Riley said. “Always look at the spouse…or the weather girl in this case.”
