She had been repotting something unrecognizable, but sat back and pulled off her gloves when he sat at the table opposite her. “You’re just in time for lunch.” Then she pressed her forefinger against her pursed lips. “Oh, dear,” she said. “You don’t look very happy, Caden.” “I’m not,” he growled. “I found out this morning that Stewart Connie has started up business again.” “Dear me.” She sighed. “Didn’t you make...an arrangement with him a few years ago?” Caden almost smiled at her euphemism. “You could say that,” he agreed. “I’ve been floating around Margaret River and Yallingup for the last couple of hours, looking for him, but he’s changed his locale since the last time we chatted.” Ria lifted her eyebrows. “I do hope you’re not asking me where you might find him. I would be one of the last people to know something like that.”
