Sitting across from Jack was Evalyn fucking Tanner, and she was looking at him expectantly.
What were the odds that Evalyn fucking Tanner would choose to visit the same spa on the same day at the same time as him? And what were the odds that she would choose to sit down next to him?
She was waiting to see how he would react, and there was a twinkle of amusement in her blue eyes as she gazed at him.
"Scone?" he asked, not otherwise reacting or acknowledging that he knew who she was.
Her twinkle of amusement faded but was replaced with a look of mild intrigue.
"What you are holding. It's a scone, which is an Albion pastry served during afternoon tea. The one you are holding looks to have raisins in it, so it is probably flavored with vanilla and cinnamon. Or maybe cardamom."
"Ah. Okay. Thanks for clearing up the mystery."
