"My dumb grandson, he's probably on his way up here to find you right now."

James glanced at Sophia's face. He could tell he'd said enough and tactfully shifted the conversation, giving her a little breathing room.

Sophia sat across from him, her face pale as a sheet.

She didn't know whether to hope William would show up soon or pray he'd stay away.

If William came, he'd take her out of this mess. But then again, it would feel like James ...