Before Maya could answer, Ashcroft spoke calmly. “That’s already taken care of.”
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.
“Oh—” Harper cleared her throat lightly. “Okay. Good then.” She recovered quickly, slipping back into her usual rhythm. “So you’ll be traveling with my mom. We’ll make it look like she’s returning with her usual antique shipments—nothing out of the ordinary. I believe she’s already spoken to Aunt Dahlia about it.”
Dahlia nodded once. “Yes. She’s coming by tonight so we can finalize the details.”
Harper scoffed softly. “Of course she is. That woman uses ‘planning’ as an excuse to gossip.”
“Harper,” Dahlia warned, one brow lifting.
“I didn’t say a word, Aunt Dahlia!” Harper laughed. “I swear.”
Then her tone flipped instantly—bright, excited. “Oh! Maya—
