“HOW MUCH?” TANK ASKED the moment the officers were too far away to hear us. Then, being a lawyer, he clarified his question. “How much to testify in court that Harper is not your daughter?”
“She’s very important to me.” Nick’s voice was oily. And I should have flinched.
Because “very important” meant six figures at least. Maybe seven figures. And I had negative dollars in my bank account at the present moment.
Meanwhile, Tank glanced at me. A question. Was I willing to cede this financial responsibility? For a second, I found it hard to meet his gaze.
After all, I’d lost so much independence when I accepted Rowan’s money years ago. Had gotten swallowed up in a different sort of lopsided financial relationship with my stepfather, one he summed up with the farcical: “Family gives and fa
