“Good point.”
“He says she’s always doing s**t like this. Jetting off on a whim to Cannes. Taking their yacht to the Caribbean with a bunch of friends without telling him where she’s going. Sounds like he’s got his hands full. She’s a real party girl type. Flaky as hell.”
I think of those mysterious eyes of hers. They sure didn’t look flaky to me.
“Any idea why he’s being so generous with the expense stipend?”
Connor snorts. “What, you don’t like money?”
“I have what I’d call a healthy respect for it, but I also have a healthy suspicion if it comes too easy. Seems too good to be true, usually is.”
“Yeah. Except when you’ve been hired by a billionaire—that’s with a B—to babysit his pretty, airheaded wife. If she belonged to you, how much money would you think is too much to make sure
