He handed her a croissant. “What’s wrong with your parents?”
“They’re obsessed with living a life they can’t afford.” She thought back to the episode with Grady Harris. “When I was eighteen, I modeled for a while.”
His gaze roamed her face and neck. “I can see you modeling. You have a perfect ass for it.”
She shook her head at him. “I didn’t model my ass you perv, though it was part of the package. I was a plus-size model. At the time there weren’t that many and I made a lot of money. My dad left me a trust and I decided I wanted to save my modeling money for the future.” She broke a piece off the croissant and stared down at her coffee. “They wanted my money to add to their living expenses. I broke ties, but they knew how to get me to come back.”
“Letty.”
She nodded, her heart aching
