"Mr. Beck, it's been a while."
Seeing Walton Beck approach, I rose with a friendly smile.
"Mrs. Lindsey, what brings you here to meet me?"
I wasn't in any rush and waved over the waiter.
"A latte, please. And what will Mr. Beck have?"
I smiled warmly, as if he were an old friend rather than my husband's business rival.
"An Americano."
Walton crossed his legs, and I placed the order. The waiter departed.
"There's no need to be so formal, Mr. Beck. Lately, Mia's been going on dates every day—I assume things are getting serious with her and Mr. Beck? Mia is my sister, so soon enough we'll all be family."
Our coffees arrived.
I took a small sip, acting as if I didn't notice the confusion flicker across Walton's face.
"Mia might be young, but our family dotes on her. Even
