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him, feeling hurt that he would force her to enumerate her faults. “You know I’m not very business oriented,” she said.
     
    “That’s not what your boss told me,” he said.
     
    Sophie glanced back at him. His face looked grim and she could see a vein on his forehead throb slightly. Was he actually angry at the mention of Harry Smith? She had started working for him a week after she’d left Jason’s house. Over the past several months, she’d offered several suggestions for improving the growth of his landscaping company. “Really?” she said, a small smile on her face. “What did he say?”
     
    Jason walked over to stand in front of her. “That you’d helped him increase the business by almost ten percent over the last three months. That he didn’t think you would really resign without notice. And I can tell you he was pretty upset when I reinforced your resignation with the information that I was your husband.”
     
    Sophie felt slightly winded with his words but she focused on the one thing she could hold onto. “Ten percent?” she parroted. “That’s great. I’m glad for Harry. He’s a good man.”
     
    Jason just looked down at her, the nerve was now very visible and very angry looking. “I think we should leave now,” he finally said, walking away from her. She flinched when he slammed his glass down on one of the wooden tables as he passed.
     
    Sophie was glad for the breathing space and followed him out to the hallway where Higgins already had their coats ready. Jason took hers from the butler and helped her into it and Sophie felt his warm hands close over her shoulders, his grip firm before he let his hands drop. She looked up into his eyes, confused since he’d never touched her outside the bedroom before.
     
    “Ready to leave?” he asked over her shoulder, his voice husky and very close to her ear.
     
    Sophie was so aware of him, of his heat radiating through her clothes and his strong muscular body behind hers, all she could do was nod in the affirmative.
     
    He ushered her out of the house and into the waiting car.
     
    The lights were bright at Dorothy McCay’s house. It was an imposing mansion in the heart of London and there were already several people heading towards the entrance. Sophie and Jason followed a line of approximately ten other people before greeting their hostess.
     
    “Goodness!” Dorothy exclaimed as soon as she saw Sophie. “We thought you had fallen off the face of the earth, dear,” she said, air kissing Sophie’s cheeks. Dorothy was in her late forties but looked to be much younger. Probably due to several surgeon’s talents, Sophie thought to herself as she took in the perfectly made up face and glamorous red dress that hugged her body and all its flattering angles.
     
    “It is good to see you again, Dorothy,” Sophie said insincerely. Sophie didn’t really dislike Dorothy. The widow had never been overtly cruel to her. But Sophie always suspected that Dorothy wanted husband number four and looked to Jason to fill that position.
     
    “And you! We were so delighted when we heard that you would be attending our little get together tonight. Jason must be thrilled that you’re rejoining circulation,” she said and immediately turned to greet the next couple.
     
    Sophie and Jason moved off to speak with the other guests. It was more appropriate to say that Jason moved off and guided Sophie with him. He always tried to include her in the conversations, but Sophie was usually too intimidated to speak. It was the same tonight. While she sipped her wine, Sophie listened intently to the conversation Jason was having with another man about some sort of business deal they were having. She suspected that there were subtle undertones to each of the sentences but she didn’t understand them at all. A few minutes later, Jason moved off to the next group of people but Sophie stopped him.
     
    “What was that all about?” she asked.
     
    Jason looked