Page 52 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

“In the company?”

“In you.”

She watches me carefully.

“You sound certain.”

“I was standing close enough to hear him.”

“You were standing across the room.”

“I have good hearing.”

Sophie’s smile deepens.

“Is that what that was?”

“What was what?”

“You crossing the room to rescue me from a conversation I didn’t need rescuing from.”

“I told you, Preston was looking for him.”

“He wasn’t.”

“No,” I admit. “He wasn’t.”

The silence that follows settles differently than the others we have shared. Sophie keeps her eyes on me, and I feel the same pull that followed me through dinner, the quiet need to hold her attention and keep it from drifting elsewhere.

“You aren’t a fan of Nathan,” she says.

It is not a question.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” I reply.

Her gaze sharpens. “That sounds dangerously close to jealousy.”

She says the words before she can stop herself. Her expression pauses for a moment.

I meet her eyes intensely. “It isn’t.”

“What is it, then?”

I look at her for a moment before answering.

“I haven’t decided.”

The car slows at an intersection, and Sophie shifts slightly beside me. Her phone slips from her hand, strikes the edge of the seat, and lands on the floor between us.

“I’ve got it,” she says.

We both reach down at the same time.

My hand closes over hers before either of us finds the phone.

The contact is light, but neither of us moves. Her skin is warm beneath my palm, and when I lift my head, her face is closer than I expect. The air between us tightens, charged by the small point of contact and the fact that neither of us seems willing to break it.

Sophie’s eyes hold mine.