**Knock, knock.**
The sound echoed softly against the door. Sophie, feeling upbeat, called out, "Come on in!"
Harold stepped inside, looking like he didn’t quite know where to begin. Sophie immediately guessed he had seen the news. "Are you upset I didn’t give you a heads up?"
"You’ve got your reasons for keeping it under wraps. I’m not gonna pry, and you don’t have to explain. It’s just...," Harold hesitated.
"Don’t you think naming the club ‘S&C’ is a bit too on the nose?" he finally asked. "I mean, everyone’s gonna assume it stands for Sophie and Colby. If The Silent Shadows catch wind, all your efforts might just go down the drain."
Harold couldn’t believe Sophie would risk something like this.
Sophie chuckled, "Who says it has to be Sophie and Colby? It could just as easily be Sophie's charm and Harold's valor."
The gossip mill in Devonport was working overtime, buzzing about Sophie and Harold being an item. Everyone seemed convinced they were not only together but also shacked up.
Neither Sophie nor Harold had bothered to set the record straight, which Harold thought was because Sophie didn’t care about the rumors. But now, he realized there was more to it. Sophie was playing the long game, using the rumors to blur the lines of their relationship and throw The Silent Shadows off their scent.
"Colby’s gonna be mad as heck," Harold fretted.
"Nah, he won’t," Sophie shrugged. "I've left enough clues for him. If he still doesn’t get it... well, once we’ve dealt with The Silent Shadows, I’ll have a chat with him about it."
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