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.

about finding the scoop on our long lost sibling and I’ll

a love affair with Nigel. You’re vulnerable, Soph. You’re grieving and totally out of your element. Besides, Miranda will know what

“And nobody is going to catch me. I barely recognize myself in the mirror with all this blond hair

true. She missed her dark hair. The blond did horrid things to her skin tone, but a dye job was

trying 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

back to work,” she told her brother. “Keep in touch and don’t make me beg

way back to Green

a meeting to get to, a trip to prepare for and

a

Ten

the runway. He glanced at Roslyn, trying to

he’d been too demanding by asking her to be his date. Maybe she’d felt pressured, like her job would be on the line if she refused. That wasn’t the type of man he was, nor was it the type of man she deserved. He wanted her to know she mattered, she was valued. Not someone he considered disposable if she didn’t comply

woman? He actually cared what Roslyn thought of him. Oh, he’d always prided himself on caring for his dates, his relationships, but no other

and he couldn’t ignore the sexual pull, the desire and passion he’d witnessed. The combination