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I hate that answer.
“You don’t know anything about my finances.”
“Thirty days.”
Everything inside me stops. The noise around us disappears. “How do you know that?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
“Banker’s brother works for me.”
“That sounds incredibly illegal.”
“Probably why he wasn’t supposed to tell me.”
I blink. “You’re unbelievable.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“I don’t need you to save my lodge.”
“Didn’t say you did.”
“I can handle it myself.”
“Didn’t say you couldn’t.”
“Then why are we having this conversation?”
“Because I have a problem too.”
I laugh once. “What problem could you possibly have that requires buying a woman at a bachelor auction?”
His eyes hold mine. “A wife.”
My laugh dies. “You’re serious.”
“Usually.”
“For what?”
“That’s a longer conversation.”
“I’m not having a longer conversation with you.”
“Then I guess you don’t want the hundred grand.”
My mouth snaps shut.
Bastard.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
His gaze drops briefly to my clenched fists.
“Think about it.”
