Sophia’s fingers tightened around the stem of her wine glass as she forced herself to focus on Ethan. He was charming, confident, and—most importantly—completely unaffected by the storm that Sebastian always seemed to bring into her life.
“So, tell me,” Ethan mused, taking a sip of his whiskey. “How does a woman like you get tangled up with a man like Sebastian Knight?”
She let out a soft laugh, though there was no real humor in it. “It wasn’t supposed to happen. And when it did, it wasn’t supposed to matter.”
Ethan studied her, his gaze sharp and knowing. “But it did.”
She hated how easily he read between the lines. “It doesn’t anymore,” she lied.
He smirked, clearly unconvinced, but he let it go. “Good,” he said simply. “Because if he’s stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers, I have no problem picking up where he failed.”
Sophia arched a brow, intrigued. “Is that so?”