“Twins?

Tiffany, you told me Megan moved to Florida with some golf pro.”

“I told you to keep your mouth shut, Chloe,” Tiffany said.

Every bit of sweetness was gone from her voice now, leaving nothing but a cold, hard snap.

The lead representative for the buyers, a man named Miller in a dark gray suit, pushed his chair back two inches from the edge of the table.

“Mr.