“Oh, I couldn’t interrupt family time,” Sophie said.
“Please, you’ve seen this ‘family.’ We’re hardly the Brady Bunch. An outsider helps smooth the waters. Plus I need another girl to keep me company while the two of them argue about baseball.”
“She’s right, it’ll be fun. And Gray’s a fantastic cook,” Jack said, giving Sophie a soft elbow in the side.
Gray choked. “Who said I was cooking?”
Jack shrugged. “You’re good at it. And we all know Jenna isn’t civilized enough for any decent restaurant.”
“Hilarious, Jack,” Jenna purred. “Sophie, did you know we had a comedian in the family? But Jack’s right. Dinner at Gray’s sounds great.”
“Of course it does,” Gray muttered. “All you have to do is show up and drink my wine.”
“Exactly. So, Sophie, you in?”
Gray spared his assistant the briefest of glances. “I’m sure she has other plans on a Friday night.”
Sophie’s blue eyes locked on his. “Actually I don’t. And dinner sounds great. I’d love to come.”
Shit.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sophie stood outside the condo building of one grumpy Grayson Gregory Wyatt and wondered at what point she’d completely lost her mind.
She also wondered what kind of uptight fool advertises a full name like Grayson Gregory on their building call box.
I’m going to kill Jenna.
Gray’s sister had only been in town for a week, but Jenna had firmly inserted herself into Sophie’s life as though they’d been lifelong friends. Shopping trips, happy hour at the local wine bar, spa day…
And now this.
She’d known exactly what Jenna was up to when she’d suggested dinner. Sophie was a little sister herself. She knew all about the set-up-the-big-sibling routine. Sophie had gone through a brief phase of matchmaker, trying to set Brynn up with the wrong men.
She knew firsthand that these things never went well.
But Gray’s eyes had been begging her to decline.
So of course she’d had to accept.
Plus, the three of them clearly didn’t have the whole “family” thing figured out. Not that the Daltons were perfect, but at least they didn’t avoid conversation with one another. If Gray was left to his own devices, he’d end up treating the twins like either children or clients.
If anyone needed to build solid familial relationships it was Gray Wyatt.
But what had sounded like a harmless idea on Tuesday was a lot more dauntin
g when she was actually standing in front of her boss’s condo building on a Friday evening.
Sophie thought uncomfortably of the last Friday night she’d spent with him in the office. She certainly didn’t need a repeat of those uncomfortable emotions.
At least tonight the twins would be there as a buffer. No chance of her getting the hots for her sulky employer with his siblings looking on. She glanced up at the high-rise condo building. It looked like a museum. No doubt, the interior of his condo would be more of the same. Monochromatic, cool, and tidy. Boring.
Still, a promise was a promise, and so here she was. Sophie slowly reached out and punched the button next to his pretentious-as-shit name. Dinner in a restaurant would have been awkward enough, but actually going to her boss’s home officially crossed the fragile boundary between professional and personal. She had no idea why Gray had agreed to it, but it could have something to do with the fact that Jenna had the personality of a Rottweiler and biceps like Jillian Michaels. One did not mess with her master plan.
A flash of sanity demanded that Sophie turn and run, but then she heard Gray’s rough voice on the tinny intercom.
“Yeah?”