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The Dawsons do okay in telecommunications, but Trent wouldn’t have been able to get into Rothford if he tried. The university only accepts legacies, potential Heritage recruits, or exceptional minds. He doesn’t qualify under any of those requirements.
“College starts in two weeks for me,” I say, grimacing at the unwelcome reminder.
That’s how long I have until the start of the term.
Thorn Falls is only a couple of hours away from LA, but at the moment, the Heritage is taking up days of my free time. As the junior alpha on the West Coast, I simply have too much on my plate. After the classes start, I likely won’t have time to see Morgan.
Two weeks.
“So what are you doing in LA, then?”
Stealing your girlfriend.
“I’m here for you.” That’s not entirely a lie. “My dad wanted me to approach you about that program of yours. I told him you wouldn’t sell outside of your family as your own father’s company wants it, but you know how fathers are.”
“Don’t I knowthat.” Trent snorts.
God, this game is boring me. I backhand the ball crosscourt and score another point without meaning to. Shit. Match point, and we’ve barely talked.
“Damn,” Trent whistles. “You’re good.”
Not particularly, he’s just terrible. “I play with my cousins.”
I serve, wider than I should, to give him a chance.
“So what’s your offer?” he asks, with a weak return. “For my robot.”
I’d buy it just to bury it, if I thought Trent’d have the balls to go against Daddy’s wishes. “My dad’s offering five hundred thousand—a million if we can submit the patent under our company.”
His eyes bulge. I take it his other offers were lower. I’m glad I didn’t start anywhere close to our final bid. He would have been drooling all over the court.
A smart man wouldn’t sell their intellectual property for breadcrumbs, but I don’t have any reason to believe Trent is particularly smart. Oh, he’s good enough in his domain, but academic abilities don’t always translate to actual intelligence.
“Shit. That’s a lot of money, man.” He misses my return, and I win this pathetic game without trying.
In fact, I was actively attempting to lose the last couple of services.
Walking to the net, I offer him my hand, and he shakes it. “Good game,” I lie.
“You trounced me.” He blissfully doesn’t offer another game.
“My cousinsarecompetitive,” I admit. We walk to the side, and as I retrieve the bottle of water I don’t need, I ask, “So, can I tell my father you will think about the offer?”
Like I give a shit one way or another.
When his stupid robotic program gets out, it’ll cost millions of men and women their jobs, whoever owns it, but that’s not why I invited him here tonight.
If he thinks I’m interested in talking business, he’s less likely to be on his guard when I get to what I truly want.
“Yeah, I will. Man, if my dad didn’t want it—” He sighs. “I could use a cool mil.”
“Yeah? Some girl to impress?” I probe as we walk to the changing room.
Anyone with half a brain would have seen through my weak transition, but I’m dealing with a nerd of the highest order. I doubt he would have much muscle definition if his dad didn’t insist he golf and play tennis for business.
Trent’s grin makes me want to punch his face, because I know just what he’s thinking about—who he’s thinking about. Long tanned legs, a pouty red mouth, a blonde, messy bun, and a winning smile. Probably on her knees with her lips parted.
I’m not, by nature, a jealous man. On the contrary, I love nothing more than to share. I’m not sharing Morgan Brown with him, though. Inexplicably, she belongs to him, and him alone.
