Page 27 of Size Doesn't Matter

Sophie shrugged. “So? I don’t mind getting dirty with you.”

His eyes narrowed, and a devilish smile twisted his lips. In an instant, he spun her around and pulled her against him so her back nestled against his muscled chest. Then he murmured in her ear, his voice pure gravel, “Give me five minutes.”

He released her with a soft kiss on her shoulder and a hard swat on her arse, and she grinned through her entire morning routine. The hot water hitting her skin felt amazing, relaxing muscles she hadn’t realised she’d used, and the body wash smelled like coconuts and lime, perfect for the tropical summer heat that awaited her outside. But it wasn’t until she’d finished washing her hair—and Jack was still a no-show—that she started to worry.

Where was he?

Who exactly had been at their door?

Drying herself as quickly as possible, she exited the bathroom to find all of her clothes on the bed, and the bedroom door was shut.

This can’t be good.

Her chest constricted and her breaths came fast as panic threatened to overcome her, but she closed her eyes and counted to ten.

Jack wasn’t hiding her away. He was giving her privacy.

She had to believe that.

After yanking her dress on, she frowned, realising she couldn’t fasten the zipper beyond her waist. She’d need to be a contortionist to get it all the way to the top. Anna had helped her into the dress the night before, and Jack had helped her out of it.

Sophie grinned. Maybe he would help her out of it again?

Pulling her hair up into a messy bun, she crossed the room and tentatively opened the bedroom door. Sticking her head out, she looked around. “Jack?”

“I’m here, angel.”

She crossed the penthouse to the dining table and found her lover standing there, his arms folded across his chest and a look of stern concentration on his handsome face. Unfolding his arms as she approached, he held one out and beckoned her to him. That’s when she saw Ethan sitting at the table, scowling at his phone, and Anna standing behind him, reading over his shoulder while chewing her bottom lip and shaking her head.

“You!” Sophie snarled at Ethan, striding forward to stand with Jack. He’d put his trousers back on but nothing else, and she took comfort in his warm body as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and snuggled her against his side.

The faint smell of sex still clung to his skin, and it took all of her willpower not to bury her face in the crook of his neck and lick him.

Ethan lifted his gaze from his device and grinned—fuckinggrinned—at her as she snuggled against his brother. “Hmm… truce?”

“I ought to kick your arse for the stunt you pulled last night,” she growled at her former playmate.

“You may still get the chance,” Jack said, glaring at his brother.

“Why? What’s happened?” She looked to her best friend. “Anna?”

“Hey, babe,” Anna said quietly but didn’t elaborate further.

Sophie narrowed her gaze and stared at each of them in turn. “What’s going on?”

“Morning, Sophie.”

She frowned at the phone in the middle of the table, the one with the screen filled with the bleary-eyed face of Danielle Kay. “And why is my agent on the phone?” she said, adding a belated “Morning, Dan.”

Jack, Ethan, and Anna all exchanged a look before Jack nodded and sighed heavily. “Show her,” he said, then pulled out a chair. “You’d better sit down.”

The blood drained from Sophie’s face and her knees gave way, causing her to fall onto the chair. “Oh God,” she whispered. “Who died?” She clutched at the sudden stabbing sensation in her chest. “Is my dad okay?”

All eyes turned to her, a combination of shock and surprise, until Anna hurriedly assured her, “Oh, honey, no. No one died. And Paul is fine. I promise.”

Sophie processed that and took a much-needed breath, then frowned. “Then why is everyone acting so serious? What in the bloody hell is going on?”

Ethan slid his phone across the table. “Read that,” he said, pointing to the screen, all evidence of his earlier grin replaced with another scowl.

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