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.

I’m doing and I’m a big girl. You worry about finding the scoop on our long lost sibling

can’t get caught up in a love affair with Nigel. You’re vulnerable, Soph. You’re grieving and totally out of your element. Besides, Miranda will know what you’re up to if she catches

herself. “And nobody is going to catch me. I barely recognize myself in the mirror with

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

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

“Keep in touch and

call and made her way back to Green

to prepare for and a stepmother to

a day’s

Ten

trying to figure out why she’d been so quiet and reserved on the way to the

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

he try so hard to impress a woman? He actually cared what Roslyn thought of him. Oh, he’d always prided himself on caring for

her 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 else