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.”

was ultimately doing now? Sacrificing

who knew what would happen now that Darius was coming to Royal and Miranda wanted to

probably already had her sights set on another unsuspecting wealthy man. Sophie couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t already remarried, but maybe the perfect billionaire hadn’t

he stated, sliding his

the

special bond,” she replied. His touch had her body tingling and trying to concentrate on the actual conversation was difficult. “Since you

doubled the pressure on her to settle down and have children.” Nigel laughed. “Now that

wrists, returning his grin. “I can handle myself for a few days. Besides, I don’t mind playing your girlfriend. You’re

nerves tighter in her belly. “I’ll take

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

now that they were here and she had to maintain the facade. Sophie only hoped she could

have to be down for dinner for a while,” Nigel said, backing

track of time and miss dinner, your grandmother will reprimand

thinks there’s a chance you’re going to help with the next generation of Townshends, she’ll lock us in here and to hell with