—Eloise—

My fingers tightened around the handle of my handbag. I set it down slowly on the table as I took my seat.

“I’m having tea with my brother.”

Something shifted in Caleb's expression.

“Which brother?”

“Nathaniel.”

“This early?”

“Yes.” I held his gaze. “Is there a problem?”

He was quiet for a beat. He shook his head.

“No.”

“Good,” I murmured, and turned to my breakfast.

Moments later, Caleb walked me outside. I leaned forward and ...