Page 219 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

Sophie notices.

Her smile disappears.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing.”

“That didn’t look like nothing.”

I lean back in the chair.

“You’re still interviewing me?”

“No. I’m asking why you look irritated.”

“I look irritated most of the time.”

“That is true.”

There it is again.

That easy recognition.

The kind that should not still exist.

I look toward the windows instead of her.

The rain strikes harder against the glass.

Sophie is quiet for a few seconds before she says, “For what it’s worth, this place is impressive.”

I glance back at her. “That sounded painful.”

“It was.”

“You’ll recover.”

“I usually do.”

Something in my chest tightens.

Seven years ago, I would have known what came next.

A sharper answer.

A smile.

Her foot brushing mine beneath the table because she wanted to see if I would react.

Now there is only distance and the knowledge of everything that happened after. I look at her across the table and feel the irritation return, stronger this time.

Not at the facility.

Not at the storm.

At her.

At myself.