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

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 up to if she catches you

fine,” she assured him, even though she was worried herself. “And nobody is going to catch me.

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

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

“Keep in touch and don’t

made her way back to Green Room Media.

meeting to get to, a trip to prepare

in a day’s

Ten

He glanced at Roslyn, trying to figure out why

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

him. Oh, he’d always prided himself

the sexual pull, the desire and passion he’d witnessed. The combination continued to make him wonder if there was something else smoldering beneath the surface...and he