Mia Grant hadn't slept well. Plagued by insomnia, she had dragged her system, which was also awake, into playing cards all night.
In the morning, she went downstairs for a quick meal, then went back to her room and crashed, sleeping until evening.
She was woken by a call from Simon Adler.
Simon Adler had made time to go with her today, but she didn't think it was necessary.
"She's going to be tougher to deal with than the last two."
"It's just a meal for a blind date." 'It's not like we're going into a fight.'
"You don't get it." Simon Adler said she'd understand when they arrived.
It wasn't until Mia Grant arrived that she realized the meeting was at Carla Sinclair's home.
Downstairs, she looked at Simon Adler. "Is this right?"
'Who has a blind date at someone's house?'
"She doesn't have time to go out. Her flight just landed a little while ago."
"Then we should reschedule."
