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.

his phone to

this,” he went on. “Sophie Blackwood, a YouTube

gripped the edge of the counter.

I mean, you’ve clearly been planning this for a long time.” He dropped his arm and shoved the phone back into his pocket. “How long

a strong front and not be seen as weak.

you everything with them here so they could help me explain

to the

going to cut

mess, the broken plate crunching beneath his shoes. He gripped her by the waist and lifted her up

she not be in love

sliver 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 the

you?”

“That doesn’t matter. You’re the one who lied and used

recalled the flash of red