“Well, it looks like there are things no amount of money can buy.”
“Yeah. That sucks. At least you can buy a wife.” I shrug. “For three million you could have gotten a whole harem, not just one.”
Roman c***s his head to the side, observing me with interest, and then leans in to whisper in my ear. “You, Nina Grey, are one strange woman.”
Even his voice is sexy, damn him.
“My mother thinks so, too. She says I’m never going to find a man who’d want to deal with my type of crazy—in the long run at least.”
“What an optimistic, supportive parent.” He reaches out with his hand and traces a line on the inside of my forearm, starting at the elbow down to the base of my palm. “Is there a boyfriend in the picture?”
It’s almost impossible to concentrate while his finger continues tracing the lin
