“Why are you even still working?” She’s stalling, I know.
Thankfully, she can’t see the aggravated look on my face because she asked the dumbest f*****g question I’ve ever heard. “I need to make money to pay my bills,” I deadpan.
“You can work for the family. Or move here and live with me. My offer to give you an allowance still stands.”
I suck in a deep breath, not wanting any more handouts from her after she saved my life. I don’t even know why she’d want me that involved in her life, considering she wants her freedom and out of the business. It doesn’t quite add up, but I don’t have time to analyze it right now. “And I’ve already declined. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I don’t give her time to respond before I end the call.
Slamming my fists against the steering wheel, I let out a
