From Boardroom to Bedroom

Of course, they would be staying in his childhood room. If that didn’t add another layer of guilt, nothing would. She wanted to come clean with him; she wanted to tell him everything. But how could she and still stay loyal to her brothers?

It was supposed to be so simple. A few days at Green Room Media, snooping for exclusive footage, chatting with some camera guys. In theory it all sounded like a perfect plot...but somehow the execution had gone astray and now she risked breaking her heart and hurting the one man who made her want to forget this entire vendetta.

“Quite the little prince,” she joked. “Though I imagine you stood on your balcony and had the best imagination as a child. I know I would.”

He smiled and started to cross to her. “And what would young Roslyn have imagined?”

Young Sophie would have loved this room. “She would have pretended to be a queen overlooking her land, protecting her castle and her family.”

Not so far removed from grown-up Sophie.

“Really?” He closed the gap between them and took her shoulders in his hands. “That little girl wouldn’t have dreamed of a knight coming to rescue her from the tower?”

“I’ve never needed to be rescued,” she countered. “I’m the one who would save the day. Always.”

ultimately doing now? Sacrificing to save her family’s

was coming to Royal and Miranda wanted to connect with

finances stay in the hands of a gold-digging socialite who probably already had her sights set on another

very protective of your family,” he stated, sliding his thumbs

idea the lengths she’d go

replied. His touch had her body tingling and trying to concentrate on the actual

than me, so my grandmother doubled the pressure on her to settle down and have children.” Nigel laughed. “Now that she’s closing in on that goal, Grandmother has turned

returning his grin. “I can handle myself for a few

nerves tighter in her belly. “I’ll take that as a compliment. You’re

on the flight over here, she didn’t need the words. She was well aware of how he thought of her. During their time on the jet, Sophie had pushed aside all of the outside problems facing them, all of the lies and deceit. She’d focused on them, on the pleasure

she had to maintain the facade. Sophie only hoped she could get through these five days without Ellen circling back to

dinner for a while,” Nigel said, backing Sophie

track of time and miss

shook his head. “If she thinks there’s a chance you’re going to help with the next generation of Townshends, she’ll lock us in here and to