Chapter Eight
“Betty…” Mia said placatingly, taking the housekeeper’s arm and steering her towards the sofa, still scrabbling around inside her head for a plausible explanation. Betty could be naïve at times, but she wasn’t stupid. She, on the other hand, felt like the biggest i***t on the planet for allowing herself to get into this situation in the first place. If only they’d closed the f*****g door! “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll go and make a pot of tea. Find some nice biscuits.”
Just before they reached the seating area, Betty snatched her arm from Mia’s grasp and planted her feet. She wagged a finger. “Don’t you be treating me like I’m an imbecile, Mia Harrington! I might not be your mother, but we’ve known each other long enough that I deserve better. I know these days you’re techn
