“Which jewelry store?” Frannie asked. “Is it one in town?” Panic seized my throat—we hadn’t actually decided which store. “Tiffany.” Hutton surprised me by answering. “It’s at Tiffany in New York. We’re going to fly there this week and pick it up.” “You are?” Winnie asked. “We are?” I stared at Hutton. “Yes.” He met my eyes and gave me a sexy little smile. “Surprise.” “Oh.” Frannie fanned her face. “Here I go again.”
