Chapter 10

Sophie

My entire body felt strange as I sat down for dinner. Liam slipped into the kitchen to get the food, leaving Andrew and me alone. We’d been alone before, but this felt different. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. My suspicions were stronger than ever as I wondered what his true intentions were. Why did he invite me to dinner? After all the grief he gave me about staying away from him, it didn’t make sense that he would suddenly want to share a meal with me.

I knew it had something to do with the Benson deal. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Andrew was impressed with my work. He knew I was right about the deal saving Hopper Antiquities a huge amount of money. Maybe this dinner was his way of saying thank you, of recognizing that I was useful to him.

Still, I felt nervous and uncomfortable as Andrew’s eyes continued to watch me. He looked away often, glancing at the table or at the kitchen door. It was as if he didn’t want to be caught staring, but he didn’t know where else to look. The longer this went on, the more nervous I became.

Finally, I couldn’t take the silence any longer.

“So,” I said. “What are we having?”

Andrew shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Whatever Liam decided to make.”

“Will he join us for dinner?” I asked.

“No,” Andrew said. “He always eats before.”

“Oh.”

Silence fell over us again. I looked down at my fingers, unable to think of anything else to say. It wasn’t like me to be at a loss for words. I always had something to say. It was a huge source of annoyance for my best friend Kaddy. As I sat there with Andrew, I felt like I’d forgotten how to string two words together.

Our eyes met, and I smiled shyly. Andrew didn’t look away this time. He held my gaze, and I realized that it was for the first time. Even when we went over the Benson contract, he did his best not to look at me. Now, though, I could see every color of his eyes.

I hadn’t noticed it before, but Andrew’s eyes were two different colors. One was bright green, almost the same color as mine. The other was a pale blue, tinted with strings of grey.

“Wow,” I said, unable to stop myself. “That’s something I’ve never seen.”

“What?” Andrew frowned.

“Your eyes,” I said. “They’re two different colors.”

“Oh.” Andrew nodded. “Yeah, it’s weird.”

“Kind of cool, though.” I shrugged. “It makes you unique.”

“Or a freak,” Andrew said. “Whichever way you want to look at it.”

Andrew wasn’t going to make this dinner easy. I sighed and adjusted my napkin again. Luckily, Liam reappeared just a few seconds later. He was pushing a large cart full of dishes. As he unloaded the dishes, I made a move to help him, but he stopped me quickly.

“Oh no, Miss Sophie,” Liam said. “Please sit. I’ve got it.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course.”

Liam smiled at me and began loading the dishes onto the table. He arranged them neatly, taking care to make sure both Andrew and I could reach them all.

I thought Liam’s presence would make me feel more comfortable, but if anything, I was suddenly more nervous. It felt like Andrew and I now had an audience, someone there to critique our awkward interaction.

I cleared my throat and turned back to face Andrew. No matter how awkward it was, I was going to keep talking until he warmed up. I wouldn’t spend the entire evening in silence.

“Have you always worked for the company?” I asked. “Or did you just take over after your father passed?”

“I’ve always played some role,” Andrew said. “I traveled a lot in my twenties, procuring artifacts and things.”

“That must have been fun,” I said. “I’ve never been outside of Maine.”

“No?” Andrew raised his eyebrows. “That’s surprising.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Your father,” Andrew said simply. “I know how much he loves expeditions.”

“He did.” I nodded. “He and my mother used to travel all the time, but I never went with them. It was too expensive, and my schooling was too important. He doesn’t travel much anymore, though.”

“Why not?” Andrew’s voice was tight. I could tell he didn’t like talking about my dad.

“When my mother died, he just lost interest,” I said. “It was something they did together.”

“I’m sorry about your mom,” Andrew said. He looked at me softly, his expression kinder than I’d ever seen it. “I didn’t realize she’d passed away.”

“About six months ago.” I nodded. “It’s been hard. Mostly on Dad.”

“I’m sure.”

Andrew fell silent again. Something passed over his face, an expression I didn’t recognize. He seemed conflicted. It was hard for him to talk about my father, and still, I didn’t know why. In that moment, I thought about asking him. If anyone would tell me, it would be Andrew. I had a feeling he would jump at the chance to verbally eviscerate my dad’s character.

It was for that reason that I didn’t ask. Our conversation was finally beginning to progress. Andrew was talking to me without his usual snotty attitude. I didn’t want anything to ruin that. Not yet.

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing toward the food.

“Oh,” I said. I’d almost forgotten about eating. “Yes.”

With Liam’s assistance, we each filled our plates and began to eat. Liam took two steps away from the table and stood against the wall. He was silent and still. So still that I often forgot he was even there. When I remembered, I felt a guilty pang in my stomach.

“Won’t you sit down with us?” I asked, turning around to face him. “I’d love your company, Liam.”

“Maybe another time, Miss Sophie,” Liam said. “I’ve already eaten my dinner.”

“Not even some dessert?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows playfully.

Liam chuckled, but shook his head. He resumed his stoic stature as I turned back to Andrew. He was watching me curiously, a slight frown wrinkling his forehead. He didn’t look angry, though, just uncertain.

“It’s strange to be somewhere so nice,” I said, laughing to myself. “This place is huge. I’ve gotten lost a few times already.”

“You’ll get used it,” Andrew said. “It’s not as big as you think.”

“Much larger than my house,” I said.

“Where do you live?” Andrew asked.

“Here in Augusta,” I said. “Just on the other side of Market Street. It’s a small house, nothing special.”

Andrew nodded. He took a few bites of his food, glancing around the room. Part of me felt bad for him. He didn’t seem to know how to behave around company. It was as if his entire body was plastered to a board, keeping him stick-straight and uncomfortable.

“Where were you working?” Andrew asked. “I mean, before…”

“Before you enlisted my servitude?” I asked, smiling slightly.

Andrew smiled back. “Yeah, before that.”

“There’s this little café in town,” I said. “Michelle’s. Have you heard of it?”

Andrew nodded. “I’ve passed by a few times.”

“I work there,” I said.

“At a café?” Andrew frowned. “How does that work?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Do you take care of their books?” he asked. “Or their payroll?”

“I work part-time on their books,” I said. “But mostly, I work as a barista.”

Andrew looked more confused than ever. “Barista?”

“Someone who makes coffee,” I said simply.

“No, I know what a barista is,” Andrew said impatiently. “I just don’t understand why you work at a coffee shop. Don’t you have an accounting degree?”

“I do.”

Andrew continued to frown. He, like my father, didn’t understand my line of work. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to explain myself to Andrew Hopper.

“And that makes you happy?” Andrew asked, surprising me. That wasn’t at all the question I’d been expecting.

“It does,” I said with a nod. “Happier than anything else I’ve done.”

Andrew nodded. He seemed to understand, which surprised me even more. I expected him to scoff, to tell me I was an idiot. I thought he would agree with my dad about my wasted potential. Instead, he let the subject drop easily.

As the night went on, Andrew and I nibbled at our food and kept up an easy stream of conversation. He seemed to relax more with each passing minute. His shoulders were no longer tense, his chest sagged a little as he sunk into our conversation. He even cracked a smile a few times.

“Do you miss traveling?” I asked him.

“Sometimes,” he said with a shrug. “But honestly, I’ve always been really good at the business side of things. The digs and expeditions were more my father’s speed. I like the comfort of being in one place.”

“I can understand that,” I said. “Though I would give anything for a little more life experience.”

“Oh?” Andrew asked.

I nodded. “The chance to travel around the world, to uncover ancient artifacts. It sounds like a dream come true.”

“Why don’t you?” Andrew asked. “You can do that, especially with your father’s connections.”

“Maybe one day.”

“One day often turns into never,” Andrew said wisely.

I smiled softly. He smiled back at me, and I found myself lost in his eyes. They were more captivating than I’d realized. The pale blue one was full of depth, but the green one pulled me in. It shone brightly, making Andrew look happier than I’d ever seen him.

His dark hair was styled in the same way it always was, but that night, it seemed more casual. His outfit, a tight sweater and a pair of slacks, fit him well. Every article of clothing hugged him perfectly. I had to tear my eyes away to keep from staring like a fool.

“Um,” I said, clearing my throat. “When do I get to see some of the artifacts you have? Liam said you’ve been busy cataloguing in your office. If you ever need help, I’d be happy to assist.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Andrew’s voice was sharp as he cut across me.

“Oh,” I said. “Okay. Well, I’d love to see them. I can’t even imagine how amazing it must be to see them in person.”

“That will never happen.”

Andrew’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. I frowned and stared at him, trying to decipher the expression on his face.

“Why not?” I asked softly.

“You won’t ever see those artifacts,” Andrew said firmly. “Or my office.”

With that, he wiped his mouth and threw his napkin on the table. It landed on his plate just as he shoved himself backward. He stood up quickly, his eyes suddenly dark and detached. All the progress we’d made was now nonexistent. We were back to square one, and I didn’t know why.

“Dinner is over,” Andrew said. “I’ll trust you can find your way to bed.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Andrew didn’t wait for me to respond. He spun on his heel and marched out of the dining room. I watched him go with my mind spinning. I replayed my words over and over in my head, trying to figure out where I went wrong. What had I said that upset him so deeply?

When I turned to face Liam, he was looking at me with a deep sadness on his face. I shook my head and silently asked him to explain.

“Maybe you should head upstairs, Miss Sophie,” Liam said quietly. “I’ll clear the dishes.”

“Okay.” I slowly stood up, not sure what to do next.

“Would you like some tea in your room?” Liam asked. “I’m happy to bring some up.”

“No, thank you.” I shook my head. “Goodnight, Liam.”

“Goodnight, Miss Sophie.”

I walked slowly out of the dining room and through the halls. When I reached the staircase, I glanced behind me toward Andrew’s wing of the house. I knew he was somewhere over there, either in his study or his bedroom. Part of me wanted to search him out and demand answers to all the questions whirling around in my head.

Instead, I climbed the stairs slowly and disappeared behind my bedroom door.