(Sophia’s POV)
The entire drive back to my penthouse, Jake is practically vibrating in Sabrina's lap.
But he's not excited about going home or celebrating the custody win. No, the little schemer keeps catching my eye in the rearview mirror, making these exaggerated gestures that clearly mean: Get lost. Make yourself scarce. This needs to be a date.
I shake my head at him. He narrows his eyes and gestures more frantically.
God, this kid.
Sabrina's too busy looking out the window, probably still processing everything that happened in court, to notice her son's elaborate pantomime in the backseat. But I see it. Every pointed look. Every meaningful eyebrow wiggle.
He wants me gone so he can play matchmaker.
And the thing is, I kind of want to help him.
Because Ethan Hale—Ethan freaking
