"What do you know about her other than she was Lady Collins' friend's granddaughter and Spencer's ex-wife? Has she ever told you anything about herself?"
Saira stopped when she did not hear a reply. She'd turned away from him when he'd disregarded her but now that she had raised doubts in his mind and possibly disgust in his mind for Melanie, she wanted to look at his expression. He'd probably look ashen and have something to say now at least.
He sat there, calm and detached, one leg stretched out, head tilted slightly back against the seat rest and playing on his phone. And now she noticed — a pair of sleek, black noise-canceling headphones sat snugly over his ears, covering them completely.
He hadn't heard a single word she had said.
Saira stared at him, her mouth slightly open, the burn of humiliation flooding her cheeks. Her earlier satisfaction crumbled into dust. Her hands clenched tightly in her lap, trembling from the effort it took to keep from exploding.
