The button felt cool against her fingertips, a faint, thrilling sensation. Her hand trembled uncontrollably as she undid the button at his collarbone.
Preston Keaton looked down, his gaze fixed on her pretty, sweet face. "Has Sophie Keaton not contacted you recently?"
Evelyn Grant paused at the question.
'She has.'
Just yesterday, she had gotten a call from her. Sophie had been mumbling about how Henry Sterling was finally back and had been watching her like a hawk in Corvin for the past few days—even more closely than her own brother.
He wouldn't say a word, just stand there looking like he had a headache, probably trying to figure out how to get her relationship back on track.
He'd watched this little sister grow up; he couldn't just cut off contact.
Dealing with a young woman's problems… you couldn't be too forceful, you had to coax her along. It was simply more difficult than official business.
