Sophia sat cross-legged on the bed, tossing a sundress onto the suitcase I’d been packing for the last hour.

“I still don’t see why you’re hiding this from Cassie,” she said, arms crossing as that familiar don’t-mess-with-me look took over her face. “Let her do her worst.”

I zipped one compartment closed, half smiling. “Soph, relax. This trip is about me and Liam, not Cassie.”

Her brows drew together. “That doesn’t mean she gets to think she’s got the upper ...