"You're looking chipper this morning." Cilla stood in the kitchen, hands on hips, studying Pepper.

"Why shouldn't I? I had a good night's sleep."

"Really?" A grin teased at Cilla's mouth. "So, after the big dinner last night, you and your so-called fiancé came back here and you hopped into bed. Alone."

"Yes." Pepper concentrated on the scones she was plating. "Of course. And what do you mean, 'big' dinner? It was dinner with my folks. That's all."

"Oh, ...