Chapter 13 SophieWith a name like Marta, I was expecting a dowdy older housekeeper type with a gray bun and sensible shoes, certainly not the twenty-something blonde who shows up in a cute sundress and strappy sandals with a Chanel bag slung over her shoulder.
"Sophie?" she asks, pulling off the large sunglasses that cover her eyes.
"Yes. Marta, I assume?"
She nods and extends her hand. "You do need a wardrobe, don’t you?" Her gaze travels down my body, taking in Drake’s baggy clothes and she bites her lip. Then she pulls a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top from her bag and hands them to me. "Colton said you’d need something to borrow for today."
"Colton?" I ask, accepting the clothes.
Her eyebrows pinch together. "Colton Drake? The man whose home you’re staying in."
I nod.
