From Boardroom to Bedroom

She had to tell them what she’d be doing, but she’d been stalling, struggling with her guilt. In all of this snowballed mess, she had to be honest with someone. She couldn’t exactly leave the country without letting her brothers know. She respected and loved them too much to lie... She’d done enough lying as it was.

Sophie dialed and wrapped her arm around her midsection to hold in the warmth of her coat. Kellan answered on the first ring.

“There’s my favorite spy.”

Sophie inwardly groaned, hating the nickname, even though this had all been her idea. “Good to hear your voice, too.”

“Found out anything yet?”

“I’m getting closer,” she stated, which was partially true. She was actually going to a meeting later with two members from the camera crew. If anyone knew about behind the scenes shenanigans, it would be them.

“I hope to have some information within the next few days,” she added. “But I called to tell you that I have to do a bit of traveling. I’ll still check in and keep my eyes and ears open, but... I’m going out of the country.”

“Out of the country?” he repeated. “How does that fit into the plan when Miranda is going to be in New York for filming?”

was, she would have to dodge Miranda if she popped into the office, but Sophie had seen the upcoming shooting schedule and there was no reason for Miranda to be at Green Room Media for

defended. “I was asked to travel, so that’s what I’m

cell. For someone so accustomed to heat, she really was enjoying her time in NYC during the winter. Maybe she should visit more often. Perhaps she

town is a direct order from

braved the cold and jogged by. “Listen, it’s only for five days and I promise I haven’t lost sight of

him to Blackwood Hollow. I don’t know what she has up her

the cell as dread settled into her belly. “He’s coming there?”

after their father had passed. Even in death, her

trying to pit him against us, but I’ll keep my

the hell is

would come out of this entire situation unscathed. And all because her father had been selfish or blinded by his

hell didn’t deserve it, either. Buckley had been twenty-six years older than his bride. Why else would a beautiful young socialite marry a wealthy older man if not for the money she could get out of him? Miranda made no apologies for liking

a dime of what should have been theirs. She didn’t deserve the family home that held so

know Darius is