15
Bryce
It took a while to convince Belinda that Luke was indeed her nephew, which was making him nervous. He knew her friends would be back soon, and when they saw him, he’d probably be a goner. The one thing he did have going for him was that Belinda was warming up to him.
A lot.
“So,” she purred, pouring both off them a shot of tequila, “you worked for my brother, huh?”
He nodded. “Just for a few weeks.”
“Mm – so what’d you think about him?”
He shrugged. “Kind of cheap but business smart.”
It was a safe answer.
“He WAS a cheapskate,” she said, raising her shot glass. “And may he rot in cheapskate hell.”
“Wow,” he said after drinking his shot. “He must have really been an asshole to you.”
She scowled. “I practically raised him,” she said, her eyes slightly glossy. “I spent mo
