"Did you know? My brother looked absolutely furious last night. He just swept you up and carried you back."
The moment Sophie Keaton saw Evelyn Grant, she couldn't resist complaining, "He even said I'm not allowed to egg you on anymore."
Evelyn Grant had also been a bit dazed when she woke up that morning. She clearly remembered being in Sophie's room before falling asleep; she'd even joked that Preston had finally learned to give the girls some space to chat.
But when she woke up, she found herself in Preston Keaton's arms.
The man wasn't awake yet. His eyes were closed, revealing a strong, defined brow. His thick lashes cast a shadow over his eyelids.
With his eyes closed, his intensity subsided, and his unapproachable aura softened. But he was normally so dignified that even now, he looked the very picture of noble integrity.
