From Boardroom to Bedroom

Sophie crossed to the island bar and grabbed the drink she’d made for him.

“I thought you could start with a nice bourbon before dinner,” she told him, handing him the tumbler of amber liquid. “I’ve set us up over next to the balcony so we can still see the beautiful view, but not freeze.”

Nigel tipped back the drink and sat the glass back on the bar. He shoved his hands in his pockets, but remained silent. Work must have really kicked him down today. She’d never seen him so worn or quiet.

“I have good news,” she told him. “I got in touch with my brothers and they can be here tomorrow. I’d love for us to all do a nice dinner if you think you can leave the office early enough.”

She turned toward the island to start filling the plates with pasta.

“Your brothers,” he repeated slowly. “Would that be Vaughn and Kellan Blackwood?”

The plate dropped from her grasp and shattered onto the floor.

“And that would make you Sophie,” he added.

up his phone to show her

so popular until I discovered this,” he went on. “Sophie

of the counter. “Give

much longer than that, don’t you? I mean, you’ve clearly been planning this for a long time.” He dropped his arm and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

pricked her eyes, but she needed to put up a strong front and not be seen as weak. She needed him to understand her actions, her reasoning. He understood family loyalty,

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but glanced to the

to cut

crunching beneath his shoes. He gripped her by the waist and lifted her up and

gentleman. How could she not be in love with him? He obviously cared for her or her actions wouldn’t

of information gave her hope. She knew he’d be hurt no matter how he discovered the truth, but she just wished she could’ve been

you?” she

shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. You’re the

the flash of