“And you lied to your father.”

I stepped away from the desk and walked to the bay window, where snow was piling up against the outer stone sill.

Ethan turned and followed me, stopping two steps short of the heavy velvet curtains.

“You think you pulled off a masterstroke,” Ethan whispered, keeping his eyes on mine while his father went on reading the medical pages behind us.

“You brought four children into my family’s estate to ruin my engagement.”