Chapter Twelve
Mia smiled and nodded, despite the fact she was talking on the telephone and the person she was conversing with couldn’t see her. “That’s wonderful, Mr Marsden. Thank you so much for all the information. It’s certainly given me a lot to think about. My garden manager and I will be over tomorrow for our appointment with your site manager, then I’ll be in touch when I’ve had time to think and discuss the proposition with my advisers. I very much appreciate you giving me the right of first refusal, and I promise I won’t keep you waiting long for my answer.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs Harrington.” She’d told him she’d kept her surname—though obviously not the reasons why—and to his credit he hadn’t batted an eyelid. Figuratively, that was. Since she couldn’t see him, either, he coul
