“It is not happening, so put it out of your mind.” Sasha glared at Jasper, the man she’d just flown hours and hours to see and pushed her food around her plate. His sister had shown up only a few minutes after they’d made up, and while Sasha had wanted to kiss him for a lot longer and then have him take her on a tour of Bern, that hadn’t happened.
Introductions were made, and then his parents got home, and dinner was served. They all crammed into the tiny kitchen, where Jasper had thrown a wrench in the conversation by saying, “Oh, and I just came into a bunch of money and I’d like to invest in The Straw.”
Like it was nothing.
Like Sasha and The Straw had dozens of billionaire investors banging down the door.
But she wasn’t going to take a single dime from him. At least not right now.
