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“Double it.”
“Double it? I can’t justify it. What if the inventory sits on the shelf?”
She rolls her eyes dramatically. “I’ll throw in ten.”
“No way!”
“I have money saved from working at Tom’s that obviously isn’t sending me to Europe. I want to put it somewhere.”
“I’m not taking your money.”
“Then take yours. We all know you have the money from your inheritance.”
I forget my finances became public knowledge when Craig kidnapped me. Another thing to add to the ever-growing list of things I hate about him. “Just because I have the money doesn’t mean it’s smart.”
“What’s smarter than investing in yourself?”
Her eyes flame and her cheeks flush. A bell in my head tells me to shut this down before she gets on a roll. “I’ll think about it.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement on the patio. Tera walks out in her suit, coming our way.
“Talk about this later?”
“You bet we will. Don’t think you’re off the hook, Hollywood.”
I swallow a gulp of water, hoping Tera doesn’t notice the abrupt end to our conversation.
She drops a towel on the chair next to me. “Mind if I join you?”
“Please.”
“Haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?” Harley kicks up the conversation.
“Good. Work has been demanding a lot of my attention. It’s nice to have a day off. I hate I missed the wedding.”
Not wanting to be rude, Jewls invited Tera to come to the wedding. I wouldn’t say they are closer, but sharing a house means they see each other. In the week since the wedding, I’ve only run into Tera twice when staying over. She’s usually coming in late. I know she works at the television station, but I’ve never really asked about her position.
“What exactly do you do?”
“I’m in production.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Most days. But my goal is to get to the other side of the camera. This seemed like a good gateway to get my foot in the door.”
Tera definitely has the looks for on-screen. Her makeover a few weeks ago makes a little more sense. “Is the promotional ladder tough?”
“You have no idea.” She waves her hand flippantly. “This industry is cutthroat. You learn to do whatever it takes to get ahead.”
“I get that. My old marketing firm had a similar environment. Luck was on my side when I got my current job,” Harley states.
“Don’t you work for your cousin?”
The snark in her implication takes me back.
“Are you excited about this week?” I change the subject abruptly.
“I guess.”
