Sophia’s POV
He hasn’t said anything about the call we had in the middle of the night. Or about whatever he said to get Candace off my back, and how he knew to call her at that moment.
I stare at my hand in his as we ride the elevator together, then at him. He seems distracted today, busy typing on his phone. He also got on a call as soon as he stepped into his office.
But then he came around after his secretary left and tickled me. We hugged briefly, and he kissed my forehead. I think he’s in a good mood.
I fiddle with the large button holding my coat together. I’ve not shown him what’s underneath; I’m not sure I’ll be able to do it.
He meets my gaze. I quickly avert mine. But from the corner of my eye, I see him put his phone away.
“What is it?” He questions, pulling me close. “Wh
