Zachary said nothing, deliberately stretching out the silence—clearly enjoying the way I squirmed under his gaze.

Enough was enough. "How's Sophia?" I blurted, desperate to change the subject.

"Let's not talk about her yet." He took a step forward, but immediately paused, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You know, they say a woman's prime starts in her thirties and only gets stronger in her forties. You nearly wore me out last night. Looks like you've been ...