Selen pushed her plate away, appetite apparently gone. "Eleanor, I need to make a few calls this morning. About that... matter we discussed last night."

Eleanor's eyes flickered to Mia. "Yes, do that. The sooner we have information, the better."

Mia's stomach clenched. They were talking about investigating her past, no doubt.

"If you'll excuse me," Mia said, rising from her chair. "I promised Mr. Reed I'd help him with the roses this morning."

"Always so helpful," Selen remarked, her ...