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“It’s right next to this funky shop in town. The one you sent me the link to.”

“Serenity’s Attic?” Cora asked.

“Yes! That’s it,” Missy said, sounding excited.

Cora laughed. “That’s Sarah’s mother’s shop. Sarah is Serenity.”

“No way.” Missy laughed. “That is so perfect.”

Chapter Fifteen

Max hadn’t been all that into spending a few hours getting pampered in a spa, but he had to admit, he felt so much better after.

Walking into the dining room with a beautiful woman on his arms was an instant ego boost to his manhood.

Cora had changed into a flowing soft-pink dress with those little peekaboo cutouts on her back. His sister wore one almost the same but in a caramel color.

It took him a moment to realize they had purchased the dresses earlier that day specifically so they could wear them that night.

He was thankful since he barely took his eyes off Cora the entire time their meal was being served.

“Are you asleep over there?” Missy asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

“Hm, no, just… admiring the view.” He smiled, then picked up his wine glass and took a drink.

“So, I got a strange call from Mom while I was changing for dinner,” Missy said.

“Oh?” He practically groaned it.

“She asked me to sign a few papers but wouldn’t tell me what they were for.” Missy took a sip of her champagne.

“Don’t sign them,” Max said, feeling his anger spike. “She’s trying to get you to sign over your shares of Sharper Image to her.”

“I have shares in Sharper Image?” Missy asked with a frown.

“You and I both. Apparently, we don’t get control of them until we turn twenty-five.”

Missy’s eyebrows shot up. “How much are we talking?”

He’d figured it out himself. If he sold his shares right after his birthday, then he should have enough to start his own business somewhere else.

“Enough,” he said with a shrug, not really wanting to get into the details over dinner.

“Enough to open my own bakery?” Missy asked, leaning on the table.

He nodded. “I’m thinking of starting my own business myself.”

“Oh?” Cora asked, sounding excited. “What kind of business?”

“A dance studio?” Missy asked. “You were always a much better teacher than either of our parents. Or Madame Crier. Remember her?” Missy said with a roll of her eyes.

He chuckled. “One does not leap like a toad, Wyatt Sharpe.” He mimicked the older woman’s voice.

“That’s her perfectly.” Missy laughed.

“Why do you go by Max?” Cora asked suddenly.

“Because it pisses off our parents,” Missy answered. “It’s why I go by Missy and not Melissa.”