From Boardroom to Bedroom

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Damn it, Sophie. You’re getting in too deep there. You need to just come home and we’ll figure out something else. Traveling with Nigel Townshend to his home is a bad, bad idea.”

Sophie bit the inside of her cheek, trying to quickly come up with the right words to reply, but Kellan beat her to it.

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me you’re sleeping with your fake boss.”

“I’m not sleeping with him.” Not yet. “He asked me to be his date because his grandmother is always on his back about not settling down. He figured if I went, they would at least leave him alone for a few days and he could enjoy his sister’s celebration without getting hassled.”

“Uh-huh. And you’re telling me he’s not interested in you?”

Oh, he was more than interested. Her body still tingled from just how interested Nigel Townshend was. There was nothing about her feelings for Nigel that she’d be sharing with her well-meaning brothers.

know what I’m doing and I’m a big girl. You worry about

Nigel. You’re vulnerable, Soph.

about my mental state. I’m fine,” she assured him, even though she was worried herself. “And nobody is going to catch me. I barely recognize myself in the mirror with all this

was true. She missed her dark hair. The blond did horrid things to her skin tone, but a dye job was worth the sacrifice if she could get some blackmail material

to help, but nobody was that squeaky clean and wholesome. There had to be some proof that Miranda had done something underhanded to get the Blackwood money—something that would justify getting the will thrown out. Sophie wasn’t sure how she could make this work to their advantage, but she had to try. No way was she giving up her childhood home that easily. If they could just get Miranda out of Royal for good, they could all move on to the next chapter of their lives. They hadn’t gotten along with the woman when she’d been married to their father, so now that he was gone, there was no reason for her to

her brother. “Keep in touch and don’t make me beg

and made her way back

to prepare for and a stepmother to

in a day’s

Ten

into his seat as the jet taxied down the runway. He glanced at Roslyn, trying to figure out why she’d been so quiet and reserved on the

the type of man he was, nor was it the

thought of him. Oh, he’d always prided

brilliance, and he couldn’t ignore the sexual pull, the desire and passion he’d witnessed. The combination continued to make him wonder if there was something