Page 31 of My Fiancé's Brother

“Who’s idea was this?” he asked.

“Yours, I think.”

“Process of elimination?”

“Yup.”

“Single cup or pot.”

“Pot.”

He walked up the aisle and then came back. “We’ve got 4 cups, 6 cups, 8 cups and 12 cups.”

“Let’s go with 8 cups.”

“What color?”

“Black or silver.”

“Do you want simple or gadgets.”

“Definitely lots of gadgets.”

He studied our choices and then tapped on two coffee makers. “Okay, you have eliminated it down to these two. This one has a built-in bean grinder.”

“Sold.”

He looked amused. “You haven’t even heard about the other one’s features.”

“I want the grinder. What do you want?”

“The built-in grinder is alright.”

“That’s the one.”

“Shit,” he looked at the price. “No way. This coffee maker is over $300.”

I shrugged. “The average person spends $5 on coffee a day which is over $1800 a year. What’s the guarantee on that?”

He checked the box. “Lifetime.”

“Need I say more?”

I watched as he picked up the box and we walked to stand at the cashier line up. He pulled his wallet out of his jeans.

“No,” I said.

“You admitted it was my idea.”

“My coffee grinder, hands off.”

He leaned forward. “You work part-time. Let me help.”

“My dad heavily invested in this unknown company called Microsoft in the 80s,” I said. “And because of his foresight, I can drink a lot of coffee.”

His eyes widened. “You telling me you’re rich.”

“Grossly so.”

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