“Fine. One night. And then we’ll head back home and forget all of this ever happened.”

“Excuse me, ladies, but we need to discuss the business…” Carl said, holding up the letter Charlene had written.

“Later, Carl. This was all a little much to handle at once, okay?” Mia said, giving him a look of warning. Carl quickly nodded his head. Kate got the feeling he wasn’t the best attorney and would probably fall to pieces in front of a real judge.

They walked out of the office and onto the sidewalk. Never had Kate felt more out of place in her life. Even the surroundings didn’t match her personality. There were mountains and farms and the occasional little mom and pop shop. She was used to yachts and tennis clubs and high end clothing stores. Of course, she didn’t have the money for any of those things, but she planned parties for people who did.

“I’m in the VW Bug,” Mia said.

“Of course you are,” Kate mumbled. What else would this tiny woman drive but one of she smallest cars made. And, it was pink. Seriously? She was like a little fairy.

Mia glared at her. “Can we just try to get along? For your daughter’s sake, at least?”

Kate looked over at Evie, who seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. She was going to wring her neck later.

“Of course. We’ll follow you.”

“Can I ride with Aunt Mia?” Evie asked, a grin on her face. This kid was up to no good, for sure.

“I’d love that!” Mia said, smiling. She put her arm around Evie and pulled her close. “I can’t wait to get to know more about you, Evie.”

As they walked toward Mia’s car, Evie looked back at her mother and smiled. This wasn’t going to end well.

Mia pulled into the driveway of the B&B. It was long and winding, giving her more time to talk to her new niece. She’d always dreamed of being the cool aunt, and now was her chance, even if she had to deal with Evie’s mother. The woman was an Amazon, her head almost touching the clouds. Okay, maybe that was a little overstated, but why was she so dang tall?

“You live here?” Evie asked, as she stared out the window at the tall mixture of oak and pine trees dotting the property.

“I surely do! What’s it like where you live?”

“Fancy. Over priced. Lots of women with faces that don’t move and lip fillers. Snobby people. And the occasional tree.”

“Yikes. I could never live someplace like that.”

“Why don’t you want us to live here, Aunt Mia?” she asked, out of the blue. Mia felt a pang in her heart.

“What?”