But Mikayla rolls her eyes. “Caine, I’m talking twentygrand here, not like two thousand dollars.”
I grab Mikayla’s face and rest my forehead against hers. Fuck, do I love this woman.
“Caine’s a multimillionaire,” Kyle blurts as he walks by us, walking into the kitchen.
“You’re such an asshole,” Mikayla says, turning to face Kyle.
“That’s very true, but so is the fact that Caine is a multimillionaire.” Kyle points at me. “How the fuck does she not know?”
Mikayla steps out of my arms and lifts hers as though me and Kyle are about to get into a brawl. “Wait. What?” She tilts her head—her brows pinched in confusion.
“Did you really not know?” Jason asks hoarsely. “I mean, look around! He won more championships than any other rider out there, even today!”
I mean, I did well riding, but that’s not why I’m a millionaire.
“I live here!” Mikayla yells. Her arms raised, unmoving. She’s like a statue, standing perfectly still as she stares at me, her arms outstretched. “How would I know anything other than what I see?”
“Sweetheart.” I grab her arms and lower them.
Wide green eyes meet mine and she blinks. “You’re right. This isn’t about me. Let’s just focus on Jason.” Her voice is definitely higher-pitched than usual.
She’s not okay. Not in the least.
My eyes narrow at her, but I don’t argue. Now isn’t the time. I’m not sure what she’s upset about, but we aren’t going to resolve anything with an audience.
“I’ll call Penrose,” Kyle says. His eyes dart from Mikayla to me, and I see the worry there.
Stress and anxiety have been plaguing her since her dad was sick and have only worsened after that initial argument with her mother. She’s even more skittish since she told her mom she didn’t want a relationship anymore.
But that hasn’t stopped her mother from calling and leaving wretched messages. After days of discussion, and an argument with Jack over him fielding more vitriol from their mother than usual, both Masterson children have agreed to block their mother.
Jack agreed that they couldn’t sustain this any longer. He also decided to come here for Thanksgiving since his original plans fell through to visit us after Mikayla got sick.
This façade of calm, I can see through it. But it’s hardly an opportune time to analyze her anxiety.
“Can we check him in now?” Kyle asks. “Yes, thank you, Maggie,” he adds before hanging up his cell.
“You ready to go?” I ask Jason, walking toward him.
His face is devoid of color, and his eyes are wide. Shaky hands comb through his hair. “Uh, I guess, yeah.” He stands.
I place a hand on his shoulder as we walk to the door.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Mikayla
I don’t know why I freaked out when I found out about Caine, but I did. I thought he was a normal guy, someone simple. But if he’s wealthy… a multimillionaire? I mean, I don’t know where I fit into his life. I don’t have anything to offer.
I lie in bed, these nagging thoughts racing through my mind. Caine isn’t home yet. I can’t seem to rid myself of these feelings ofinadequacy. But eventually my fatigue wins out.
I don’t know how long I sleep for, but it’s definitely not enough as I wake to my alarm reminding me that I need to wake up to pick up Jack from the airport.
Caine pulls me against him, his face nuzzling my neck, peppering kisses. My nipples pebble at his touch. But I don’t cuddle into him.
I’m the first person to acknowledge that my feelings are a little ridiculous, yet I still feel them. I’m uncomfortable. And a little hurt.
Did he not trust me? Was he testing me? I know he has feelings for me, and I’m not questioning that, but it also seems completely logical that he wouldn’t want me to know about his financial situation because of my current financial situation.
