Page 32 of My Fiancé's Brother
“Like how rich?”
“Bill Gates used to send my dad a birthday card.”
“No shit.”
“My Dad was a financial genius. He liquidated at its highest point, and now I just live on the interest, but I would give every penny back if it meant my dad was still here.”
He dropped his gaze to my face. “I bet.”
“My granny was no slouch in the financial department either,” I said with misery in my voice. This was the moment I dreaded. Once people realized how much more I had than they did, things got weird. Resentment reared up. Or worse, people started to suck up.
“Well shit, you should have told me sooner.”
My eyes flew to his face. “Why?”
A smile played on his lips. “I would have gone for the $500 one that had the timer and the grinder.”
I laughed in relief. We stood there smiling at each other.
“People get weird about that stuff,” I admitted.
He stood there for a long moment staring off at some distant point. It was almost as if he didn’t hear. Just when I thought the conversation was dead, he said, “The money?”
“Yeah.”
He looked me in the eye. “Fuck em.”
“Is that your life motto?”
“Pretty much.”
“Does it work?”
“Most of the time.”
I sighed. “It must be nice not to care what anyone thinks.”
“I still care about the opinions of a few.”
My eyes went wide. I wanted more than anything to ask whose opinion he cared about, but at that moment the clerk greeted me with a big smile.
CHAPTER 10
We walked through the mall.A voice squealed from behind me.
“Emily?”
I spun around to see my friend, Julie, standing there. She looked gorgeous with her cute green jacket and windswept dark hair.
“Julie,” I smiled as we hugged. “So good to see you.”
“You too,” her eyes were wide on Jackson’s face. “Oh, my gosh. What are the odds?”
“Julie, this is Jackson. He’s a family friend who’s staying with us until the wedding. Jackson, this is Julie, one of my friends from university.”
I watched as they shook hands.
“Pleased to meet you,” Jackson’s voice rumbled low.
