It was time to lay my cards on the table. And this time, I didn't mean the kind with hearts or diamonds. "Trust me," I said. "Griff is no billionaire."
She gave me a dubious look. "Are you sure?"
"Of course."
She looked unconvinced. "Because…?"
"Because he told me. And he told Sierra, too – right there in front of me." Afterward, he'd said something even better – that he would choose me no matter what.
Even hours later, I still felt like swooning.
But Franny wasn't having it. She arched a brow as if to say,Are you really, really sure?
Yes. I was.And yet, for some stupid reason, I felt compelled to add, "And I've seen where he's living. It's no mansion."
When Frannystillsaid nothing, I tried again. "He's just a regular guy." Okay, so Griff was beyond regular.He was spectacular.But I meant this in all the ways that mattered most, and none of them had to do with his bank account – or lack thereof.
Franny leaned back in her seat and gave me a long, penetrating look. "Youdoknow he arrived in a limo."
Yeah, right."Says who?" I scoffed. "Sierra?"
"No, somebody else."
"Who?" I persisted.
Franny's chin lifted. "It doesn't matter. The truth is the truth."
"But that's just silly," I said. "Limos aren't even allowed."
"I don't mean here on the island," she said. "I mean at the ferry terminal in Mackinaw City.That'swhat dropped him off."
Sure, it did.I gave her a look. "A limo, huh?"
"Yeah, a long black one." She leaned forward. "With a uniformed driver and everything."
I loved Franny.Really, I did.But she loved to exaggerate. "Are you sure it wasn't just a regular car?"
This made her bristle. "Iknowwhat a limo is."
"Okay, fine. Let's say he did arrive in a limo. That doesn't prove he's rich."
"Not just rich," she said. "Billionairerich."
"Oh, come on," I said. "Teenagers take limos all the time."
She snorted. "What, to homecoming?"
"Plus prom. Andthey'renot billionaires." Having grown up on the island, I had never seen a limo in person – for prom or anything else. But Ihadseen a few movies, so I wasn'tcompletelyclueless.
"So that's your theory?" Franny said. "That he's a teenager at prom?"
"I don't need a theory. I'm just not buying it, that's all."
"Oh, yeah?" With a satisfied little smirk, she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She scrolled for only a moment before saying, "Look!"
She turned the screen to face me, and I leaned across the table for a better view.My heart nearly stopped.There he was – Griff, getting out of a sleek, black limo at the same Mackinaw City ferry terminal thatIused whenever I went to the mainland.
Franny looked triumphant. "See?"
