Harper went quiet for a moment, seemingly piecing something together.
“Huh… that’s weird,” she murmured.
Maya looked at her curiously. “Weird how?”
Harper turned toward her.
“Didn’t Dad ask you about the same thing just the other day?” She paused briefly before continuing. “Then he called Damien into his study last night.”
She frowned slightly.
“As far as I know, our families don’t have any business dealings, so what could they possibly have needed to discuss? Just to catch up? I doubt it.”
She shook her head.
“And now, all of a sudden, Damien’s asking you about the exact same thing?”
Her frown deepened.
“Think about it, Maya. Do you seriously believe that’s just a coincidence?”
Maya paused, recalling her earlier conversation with Harper’s father.
Now that Harper had pointed it
