Sebastian knew the moment he heard the knock that it wasn’t someone he wanted to see. No one ever knocked at his door unless they were about to be a problem. And sure enough, when he pulled it open, Eleanor Blake stood on the other side, dressed impeccably, her eyes filled with the kind of knowing amusement that always made him wary.
“Darling,” she said with a smile, stepping inside before he could stop her.
Sebastian exhaled sharply, shutting the door behind her. “Mother.”
“I decided to stop by,” Eleanor said breezily, removing her coat and draping it over the back of a chair. “You didn’t return my calls, and I thought, why not come see my son in person?”
He rubbed his temple. “You were in Paris last week.”
“And now I’m in Manhattan.” She glanced around the penthouse, her gaze sharp
