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?”

In her original plan, she would have already left New York by now with the sought-after evidence in hand. As it 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 the

suspicions,” she defended. “I was asked to travel, so

in NYC during the winter. Maybe she should visit more often. Perhaps she should even incorporate some of her videos here for inspiration... Well, once she could go back to being Sophie Blackwood, posh interior designer and not Roslyn Andrews, temporary consultant and wannabe mistress to

a direct order from the boss?” Kellan

she muttered, as die-hard runners braved the cold and jogged by. “Listen, it’s only for five days and I promise I haven’t lost

haven’t. But, Darius said that Miranda invited him to Blackwood Hollow. I don’t know what she has up her

coat and the cell as dread settled into her belly. “He’s coming

Taylor-Pratt was their half sibling...a secret revealed after their father had passed. Even

to pit him against us, but I’ll keep

the hell is she

and confusion settled in alongside her guilt and she wondered if any of them would come out of this entire situation unscathed. And all because

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 the

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

Vaughn know Darius is