Behind her stood a driver carrying multiple shopping bags.
Joanne had no idea how Quinn had tracked down her address. As she debated pretending to be out, Quinn's saccharine voice chimed through the peephole, "Miss Wren, I know you're home. Be a dear and open the door?"
Shoot. Those rushed footsteps had given her away. Joanne cursed her carelessness—now escape was impossible.
The door opened to reveal Quinn, her lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Good morning, Miss Wren. I hope I didn't wake you?"
Joanne forced a smile. "What brings you here so early, Miss Bennett?"
She didn't ask how Quinn knew her address. The Bennett heiress probably had her entire life documented in some dossier.
Quinn's laugh tinkled. "May I come in?"
Joanne stepped aside. Quinn took a Kelly
