From Boardroom to Bedroom

Seriously?

Sophie didn’t know what to say to that remark. She’d never known Miranda to want to help her out. Of course, there was all those people who sang her praises and swore that Miranda was practically a saint, but Sophie hadn’t experienced that side of her. Truth be told, they’d never really interacted much, not even when Miranda and Buck had still been married.

“What did she say?” Sophie asked.

Nigel smoothed a hand over his jaw and the back of his neck. He seemed so exhausted, which only matched her own situation. She hadn’t slept for replaying the past few weeks over and over in her head. She wondered if he’d been awake all night thinking of her, too.

“She basically said that you had valid reasons for coming to New York.”

How the hell had Miranda known Sophie was in New York? Had she seen her that day?

“I found out that Craig mentioned my new consultant when he was chatting with Miranda,” Nigel went on. “I had actually talked to her about meeting you, obviously not knowing the truth, and then Craig was talking about how amazing you were and how you could be on the show because you’re just as stunning as the others. I mean, you know how Craig gossips. He ended up showing Miranda a photo.”

“She could’ve called me out right then,” Sophie murmured. “Why didn’t she?”

“But when she called

cheated,” Sophie reiterated. “We still don’t understand why we

get that.” Nigel gave an understanding nod. “I don’t get why you continued to lie to me, not once we started getting so close, but I know why you initially came to New York. You were trying to save your family’s legacy. Believe me, I above anyone else

understand why she came to my assistance,” Sophie thought out

fingers down to hold her hand. “Maybe because she’s not the monster you all think she is. Maybe because she wants to see you happy. I truly believe she wants to

that Miranda was out to take everything. She’d seemed just as surprised at the will as the rest of

her call made you

“Her call made me think a little more about what this must have been like from your point of view. For years I’ve been somewhat of a black sheep for leaving England and not marrying or settling down.

and seeing where he came from, the archaic sounding trait

I couldn’t

the show coming up, I wondered what you would think or how you would change things. I can’t even go up to my penthouse because I see you displayed on that couch. And now I can’t go back to England because

“Is that

He framed her face with his hands and leaned in, barely a

I won’t ask you to give up your life here. I’d never do that. I’ll fly back and forth if need be. I don’t give a damn at this point, I