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.

and I’m a big girl. You worry about

don’t give a damn about Miranda right now,” Kellan growled. “You 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

worried herself. “And nobody is going to catch me. I barely recognize

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

the screen, doting on her costars and always 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

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

call and made her way

trip to prepare

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

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

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

sexual pull, the desire and passion he’d witnessed. The combination continued to make him