Seeking the truth brought them together. Finding the truth may tear them apart.
Sophia is an extremely private, yet world-famous singer. She wants to share her God-given gift with the world while trying to keep her secrets to herself. That’s made difficult when her publicist talks her into allowing a biographer to research her life. Cade is an expert investigator, determined to meet the real Sophia, the self she hides from the world. Yet she gradually finds herself interested in learning his secrets as well. Theirs is a beautifully written love story that kept me reading straight through to the end.
“What does your book entail, exactly?” she asked.
“That depends on you.” He could see her bristle. “Look, I’m going to write the book, anyway,” he told her clearly when she arched one perfectly sculpted brow. “We can do it my way, where you let me in your life for a while, give me exclusive insight into your mind, your past, your dreams.” He paused. When she did no more than quietly stare at him, he continued. “Or we do it your way, where you resist me, I tail you, probably misinterpret some things, get half-truths from jealous no-talents, and draw my own conclusions. My way’s best for both of us.”
Sophia stopped twisting the chain on her neck and eyed him evenly. “Can’t you just tell me what you want so we can discuss it, and find mutually acceptable ground?”
He couldn’t stop the laugh any more than he could stop reaching for her hand and pulling her to her feet along with him. She was absolutely charming, in a quietly indignant, difficult sort of way.
“That’s funny. Really.” He kept her hand in his as he walked with her to the door, taking his jacket as he went.
She was something, even when she used her eyes as daggers as she did now. Despite being glossed over with a palate of makeup, her face had only come by way of genetics. She shared some traits with another famous Sophia of Italian movie prominence, with the almost overly large mouth and dark, sultry glare that could skewer a man at thirty paces.
But, it was there the resemblance ended, for her body was tight and compact, with softer curves, but that was another matter, and one he wouldn’t dwell on.
“I know you don’t trust me,” he told her, unperturbed by the way she tried to tug free. “I can respect that. I don’t trust anyone, either. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to argue with you. I have a meeting with my publisher in less than an hour.”
Her brow raised again, and it gave him the impression of a queen, pronouncing sentence on a lowly peasant. Now that he thought of it, there might be some imperial affiliation in her lineage, maybe a monarch or two. He would add that to his research.
“Well,‛ Sophia said, dislodging her hand at last. “I won’t keep you.”
“Sophia—“ Kitty began.
“I’ll think it over and get back to you,” Sophia said, making no effort to disguise her annoyance.
Cade had to admire her spirit, even as she opened the door and backed him into the hall. “I need an answer by Wednesday.” He still admired it when the door closed in his face. He grinned when he heard the snap of the lock.
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