Page 65 of Guarding My Love

“You’re still holding onto that. I’ll change,” Landon said.

“I don’t care if you change or not,” she said. “If you do, maybe the next idiot will have better luck with you than me.”

She could almost see the moment that Landon finally realized she was speaking the truth.

“I don’t believe you. You’re still trying to work it out,” Landon said. “Or maybe you’re hoping your new neighbor will find some interest in you. You like the men with the money. He’s too young for you, though the money criteria is there. Or maybe you just have some itches that need to be scratched before you come to your senses.”

She was insulted over his words, but it was not the first time he’d done that to her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. “Are you getting senile?”

Landon smirked. “Foster Carlisle,” he said. “When he stopped me a few weeks ago here, I thought he looked familiar. It took me a few days to place him. Just saying, if you don’t watch yourself, he’ll be knocking on your door. Or maybe you want him too for the money and all.”

She wasn’t going to show any reaction to the fact that Landon recognized Foster. Or that his last name wasn’t Mitchell.

“You’re crazy,” she said, pointing her finger. “You can leave. I’m going back to work. I’m not sure how many more times I need to tell you we are done. I mean it.”

She turned and walked back into her house and locked the door, then picked up Marco for a comforting snuggle.

The minute Landon’s Porsche sped down her street, she went to her computer and typed in Foster Carlisle to see who the hell he was.

She read he was VP of Digital Technology and then saw the name of the corporation.

No...

Then she clicked on images to find any photos of him.

There he was, with his brother, billionaire West Carlisle.

She spent the next hour reading anything she could on Foster, which wasn’t much.

But she did find out more about his family.

He hadn’t lied to her.

He was one of eight kids. His mother and two of his other siblings seemed to be living in North Carolina. The youngest, Talia. He’d said that name.

His father had died in the service too.

She was so furious that she had no idea who he was.

Here she was spilling her guts to him that she always ended up with older men and those with money. Though she knew Foster had a good job and had to have some money due to his house and boat, she didn’t think it wasthiskind of money.

More money than anyone else she’d dated, she’d bet.

Not a billionaire like his brother. Or like Drew was, but still.

“Urgh!!!!”

Marco let out a whine.

This was one of those times she wished she had some close friends she could call for advice.

There was only one person who could help her and she wasn’t sure she wanted to bother her sister.

Rather than call, she sent a text to see how Amanda was doing.

It was after lunch and she wouldn’t be surprised if her sister was busy or maybe even napping.

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