REBECCA’S POV
I chose the restaurant carefully, neutral territory, the kind of place where two people could speak without being heard by surrounding tables because the noise level was sufficient that conversation stayed private. Then Daniel arrived at 7:15 and I was already seated, which meant I was not waiting for him. It meant I had arrived first and had chosen the table and had positioned myself with the intention of a woman who was going to ask direct questions and needed to be in a position where she could see his face clearly when he answered.
He sat down across from me and he understood, from the lack of greeting, that this was not a social dinner.
“I know Edmund’s investigator has been making inquiries about you,” I said without preamble. “I know you and Edmund have business
