The Mirror (The Lost Bride Trilogy #2)

“I could say anytime, but… Hell, anytime.”

“Call if you need me,” Trey said. “Come on, Mooks.”

When they’d trailed out, Sonya turned to Cleo. “You were flirting with him.”

Cleo widened her tawny eyes. “With Trey?”

“Owen. You had your flirt on. I know your flirt.”

“He walked into that mirror with you—ahead of you, actually. He didn’t think twice about it, just did it. And he saved you from harm. He earned my flirt.”

“You’re really going to burn his shoes, aren’t you?”

“You’re damn right.”

Nodding, Sonya went in a cupboard for a garbage bag.

“Then let’s go get them, get it done. Then I want a really long, hot shower before I start the rest of my day.”

“There’s a plan.”

Chapter Two

Since Cleo volunteered to take the long list for the pot roast dinner and do the marketing, Sonya settled down at her desk in the library. She set down her water bottle, her tablet.

Over the past few months, she’d gotten into the habit of letting Clover, her house DJ, run the tunes. So without pulling up a playlist, she looked over at her mood boards.

Considering the early hour she’d eaten breakfast, she could afford to take a part of the morning to work on the Ryder Sports proposal.

She had time yet before she had to go to Boston and present it, and she thought she had a decent shot at the account. But her former bosses at By Design stood as formidable competition.

Matt and Laine had trained her well, and she’d worked hard for them for seven years. She knew how to put a major campaign together.

But she couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d formed her own graphic design company, Visual Art by Sonya, less than a year ago. As a freelancer, a one-woman operation, she’d generated jobs since, and done some damn good work.

But the multigenerational, well-established sports equipment company would be, by far, her biggest client.

And she couldn’t discount the point of pride when she knew she’d surely be in competition for that client with her ex-fiancé.

The cheating bastard.

Didn’t matter, she told herself. Brandon Wise didn’t matter.

All that mattered? The work.

She had a really good concept, and an excellent start.

“Time to push forward,” she said, and opened the file.

With Yoda curled under her desk, she put in a solid two hours before she heard Cleo come back.

“Quick break.” She saved the work and started down with Yoda following.

“Another two bags in the car,” Cleo called out.

“Did we need that much?”

“Well, I was there.”