Mag-log inSophie's POV"I was," I gasped. "I was thinking about this."His hand slid down from my back, slowly, over the curve of my hip, and then he gripped my ass through the thin silk and pulled me hard against him. I moaned into his mouth."There's nothing under this dress," he said, and it wasn't a question. His fingers squeezed again. "I felt it the moment I touched you at dinner. You came out with me tonight with nothing underneath, and you let me sit there with my hand on your thigh while you were bare and wet for me under that tablecloth.""I couldn't wear anything with this dress," I whispered."I know." He kissed the side of my neck, open-mouthed, and I felt his teeth graze my skin. "I'm not complaining. I'm telling you I've been thinking about it for two hours."The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open into the dark penthouse.He lifted me straight off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist without thinking, and the dress rode up around my hips, and he carried me through th
Sophie's POVI nearly dropped my glass.He just smiled, that slow private smile of his, and picked up his menu as if he hadn't just said the most devastating thing anyone had ever said to me. I sat there with my heart pounding and my face burning and absolutely no idea how to respond."You can't just say things like that," I finally managed."I just did.""Ares.""Order your food, little dove," he said, without looking up. "You're going to need your strength later."I glared at him over my menu, and he laughed, low and warm, and the sound went straight through me.Dinner was beautiful, and I barely tasted any of it. Somewhere between the first course and the second, he moved his chair around the small table so that he was sitting beside me instead of across from me, and his hand found my knee under the white tablecloth and stayed there. His thumb moved in slow circles against my skin. Every time the waiter came and went, his hand moved a little higher, until his fingers were resting o
Sophie's POVAres ended the call and set his phone face down on the coffee table, and for a long moment neither of us said anything.I was still sitting in his lap with my robe slipping off one shoulder and my lips still tingling from his kiss, and I couldn't stop staring at the dark screen of the phone, as if it might light up again and the lawyer might tell us he had made a mistake. Yesterday Derek had stood outside a hospital and screamed at me in front of strangers. Yesterday he had crushed those papers in his fist and sworn he would never let me go. And this morning he had picked up a pen and signed every page without a single word of protest.It didn't make sense, and in that family, things that didn't make sense had a way of hurting me later."You've gone quiet, little dove," Ares said softly. His hand moved slowly up and down my back. "Talk to me.""It's too easy," I said. "Derek doesn't give up on anything. He doesn't even give up an argument about the wine at dinner. Why wou
Derek's POVI remembered the mornings she went pale at breakfast and pressed her fingers against her temple when she thought nobody was looking. I remembered the afternoon she stood in front of me and asked me to come with her to the hospital for some test results, and I didn't even look up from my phone. Rosa's flight lands today. I never asked her what the tests were for. I never asked her anything.But Ares knew. Whatever it was, he knew, and I didn't. He was sitting beside her in hospital waiting rooms while I stood outside on the pavement like a stranger.I pulled out my phone and found the number of a man I had used twice before for problems that needed to be handled quietly. He answered on the fourth ring, half asleep."Mr. Callahan.""St. Mary's Hospital," I said. "The oncology department. My wife was there today with my uncle. I want to know who she saw, what tests she had, and why. I want everything.""Medical records are difficult, sir.""Then make them easy," I snapped. "I
Derek's POVThe house was too quiet, and the quiet was driving me insane.I had lived in the Callahan mansion my whole life, and I had never once noticed how silent it could get. There had always been noise. My father's voice drifting out of the study when I was a boy. My grandfather's heavy footsteps on the stairs. Staff moving through the halls, my mother giving orders, Lana's music thumping behind her bedroom door. Tonight there was nothing. Just the old clock ticking at the bottom of the staircase, and the pipes knocking somewhere behind the walls, and the sound of my own breathing, which had been too fast and too hard since the moment I walked away from that hospital.At dinner I had sat at the head of the table and stared at the empty chair on my left until my mother put down her fork and asked if I was planning to eat or just sit there sulking like a child.I threw my glass across the room.It hit the wall beside the sideboard and exploded, and red wine ran down the wallpaper i
Sophie's POV"Please let me finish." I held his hands tighter. "I've spent two years hiding. I hid in my room. I hid in the kitchen. I hid behind a polite smile every time Shirley called me a gold digger and every time Lana laughed at me. And then when the doctor told me I was dying, I did the same thing. I went quiet and I waited, because that was all I knew how to do." I swallowed. "I'm not dying, Ares. I have a life now. An actual life, with years in it. And I don't want to start it by hiding in your penthouse because I'm scared of what people might say about me.""It isn't what they'll say that worries me," he said. "It's what they'll do. You saw that reporter yesterday, shoving a camera in your face outside a hospital. You saw Derek screaming at you in the street. Whoever did this to you is still out there, and they know by now that their doctor is gone and their records are ash. They might be feeling desperate. Desperate people do stupid things."
Sophie’s POVBecause that is what I was. That is what she was saying. After two years of living in this house, cooking the meals and keeping the rooms and shrinking myself down to nothing, I was the help.I pressed my lips together very hard. I picked up my plate. I pushed my chair back carefully s
Sophie’s POVThe force of it snapped my head to the side and knocked me completely off balance. My back hit the kitchen cabinet and then my legs gave way and I went down to the floor. The impact jarred through my whole body and the headache that had been sitting quietly behind my eyes exploded into
Sophie’s POVI stood there in the pouring rain without an umbrella, soaking wet within seconds, and I thought about everything that had happened today from the moment I woke up to this exact moment and I almost laughed. Almost. The sound that came out wasn't quite a laugh and wasn't quite a cry. It
Sophie’s POVI walked down the corridor and I already knew something was wrong before he opened his mouth. He came in carrying my file and set it on the desk carefully, like he was buying himself extra seconds. He sat down and folded his hands."How are you feeling Mrs. Callahan? The headaches. Hav







