Sofia's [POV]
After dinner with Tony and Ivy, I head to my room. I take a quick shower, plug my phone in to charge and check for messages before bed. In the U.S. or not, I'm still in charge of the Ivy Foundation for the moment. Even though I told Eugene to run it, I don't trust him to do a good job, and I don't want students to suffer because of a disagreement between me and my brother.
On top of that, I know he hasn't replaced me yet because I haven't heard from a successor about the transition.
But my mind isn't on the messages. I'm thinking about how Declan's hair felt against my fingers when I blow-dried it after he got out of the shower. His shampoo smelled amazing, something minty and woody. It was all I could do to not bury my nose in it and inhale like an addict sniffing glue. And every strand was so soft and silky. Surprising for a guy. Maybe he could do some kind of shampoo commercial. I'd totally buy a bottle.
