SOPHIA’S POV
Jace pulled his hand away and cleared his throat. “Would that be all for this meeting?”
The older man cleared his throat. “No sir. There is still the matter of the quarterly forecast.”
Jace leaned back in his chair and nodded. “Go on.”
The man spoke again and listed figures, projections, and margins, but I sat stiff beside Jace, my pulse still racing.
My face was probably red from embarrassment at how hot it suddenly felt.
Screw Jace Thorne. This happened because of him. Who tries to finger their wife in a board meeting?
Jace stretched his arm across the back of my chair and rested his fingers against my shoulder. “Adjust the forecast to reflect the merger deadline. Nothing shifts past Friday.”
The man scribbled quickly and nodded as the others murmured agreement.
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