I shrug.
“Is that why you didn’t want to come here last weekend?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Explain to me why?”
“When I’m here, I’m reminded of how much we don’t have in common.”
“And that bothers you?”
I nod shyly.
He frowns, as if trying to understand. “You’re the first woman who’s ever had a problem with my money.”
“It’s a turnoff to me.”
“Turnoff?” he splutters.
“I would prefer you to be poor, actually.” I smile, knowing how ridiculous that sounds.
He chuckles. “Well, that makes one of us.” He leads me into the kitchen, and I see a breakfast of bacon and eggs on sourdough bread with a side of avocado.
“Yum.” I smile as I take a seat.
“I’ll have you know that I’m an excellent breakfast chef.” He sits down beside me, looking very pleased with himself.
My smile fades, and I pick up my
