Chapter 30


    “Excuse me?”


    “You heard me.”


    “Damn it, Sophie. You’re getting in too deep there. You need to juste home and we’ll figure out


    something else. Traveling with Nigel Townshend to his home is a bad, bad idea.”


    Sophie bit the inside of her cheek, trying to quicklye up with the right words to reply, but Ken


    beat her to it.


    “Oh, no. Don’t tell me you’re sleeping with your fake boss.”


    “I’m not sleeping with him.” Not yet. “He asked me to be his date because his grandmother is always on


    his back about not settling down. He figured if I went, they would at least leave him alone for a few


    days and he could enjoy his sister’s celebration without getting hassled.”


    “Uh-huh. And you’re telling me he’s not interested in you?”


    Oh, he was more than interested. Her body still tingled from just how interested Nigel Townshend was.


    There was nothing about her feelings for Nigel that she’d be sharing with her well-meaning brothers.


    “Listen, I know what I’m doing and I’m a big girl. You worry about finding the scoop on our long lost


    sibling and I’ll work on Miranda.”


    “I don’t give a damn about Miranda right now,” Ken growled. “You can’t get caught up in a love affair


    with Nigel. You’re vulnerable, Soph. You’re grieving and totally out of your element. Besides, Miranda


    will know what you’re up to if she catches you anywhere near her showrunner.”


    “Stop worrying about my mental state. I’m fine,” she assured him, even though she was worried herself.


    “And nobody is going to catch me. I barely recognize myself in the mirror with all this blond hair and


    these sses.”


    It was true. She missed her dark hair. The blond did horrid things to her skin tone, but a dye job was


    worth the sacrifice if she could get some ckmail material on Miranda.


    She mighte across as all mama bear on the screen, doting on her costars and always trying to


    help, but nobody was that squeaky clean and wholesome. There had to be some proof that Miranda


    had done something underhanded to get the ckwood money—something that would justify getting


    the will thrown out. Sophie wasn’t sure how she could make this work to their advantage, but she had


    to try. No way was she giving up her childhood home that easily. If they could just get Miranda out of


    Royal for good, they could all move on to the next chapter of their lives. They hadn’t gotten along with


    the woman when she’d been married to their father, so now that he was gone, there was no reason for


    her to stick around.


    “I’m heading back to work,” she told her brother. “Keep in touch and don’t make me beg for


    information.”


    She disconnected the call and made her way back to Green Room Media. She ha


    d a meeting to get to, a trip to prepare for and a stepmother to bring down.


    All in a day’s work.


    Ten


    Nigel settled into his seat as the jet taxied down the runway. He nced at Roslyn, trying to figure out


    why she’d been so quiet and reserved on the way to the airport and since boarding.


    Maybe he’d been too demanding by asking her to be his date. Maybe she’d felt pressured, like her job


    would be on the line if she refused. That wasn’t the type of man he was, nor was it the type of man she


    deserved. He wanted her to know she mattered, she was valued. Not someone he considered


    disposable if she didn’tply with his wishes. And certainly not who could be bought.


    Bloody hell. Since when did he try so hard to impress a woman? He actually cared what Roslyn


    thought of him. Oh, he’d always prided himself on caring for his dates, his rtionships, but no other


    woman had impacted him like Roslyn.


    He admired her talents, her brilliance, and he couldn’t ignore the sexual pull, the desire and passion


    he’d witnessed. Thebination continued to make him wonder if there was something else


    smoldering beneath the surface...and he couldn’t wait to explore.


    Bringing Roslyn to his family’s estate was risky, but hell, he’d taken risks his entire life... Why stop now


    when the reward could be so memorable and thrilling?


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    When the ne lifted, Roslyn gripped the seat and closed her eyes. A minimal act, but one that hinted


    at why she’d been so closed off since they’d boarded. Well, he’d finally found her w. He had honestly


    wondered if she was too good to be true...and if fear of flying was her only drawback, he was in real


    trouble.


    Nigel didn’t want amitment or love or anything crazy long-term, but he enjoyed Roslyn and couldn’t


    help but want to see where all this went.


    He came to his feet and crossed the cabin to the other white sofa, taking a seat, and her hand. He


    squeezed, earning him a quick nce.


    “What was that for?” she asked.


    “You looked like you needed it. Why didn’t you tell me you were afraid of flying?”


    Roslyn lifted a shoulder and nced down to their joined hands. “Pride? Fear of admitting I’m wed?


    It’s silly, actually. I mean, flying is the safest form of travel, or so the saying goes.”


    Nigel shifted in his seat and took both of her rigid hands in his. “Rx,” he told her. “I’ve never been in


    a crash yet.”