Page 71 of Hello Billionaire

“Maybe,” I replied, focusing on the road and fighting the twinge of pain in my gut. My whole life I dreamed of having a family business, and when my dad shoved me out of the ranch, I'd kind of hoped that Griffin Industries would eventually be it. But none of my siblings wanted to take what they considered my “charity.” We were all too damn proud for our own good.

What they didn't realize was that by working with me, they'd be giving me far more than I could ever give them.

Needing to change the subject, I asked, “Dating anyone?”

She scoffed. “I might be the only woman on the feedlot, but I'm pretty sure they'd be more interested in the cows.”

“Liv,” I scolded.

“You know how a lot of the guys are there. They want a cute little wife to come home to at the end of the day with a home cooked meal and an ice-cold beer. They just don't like a woman in power.”

I rolled my eyes. “That is one thing I do not miss about farm life. Some of those guys working in agriculture are really great people, but some of them still think they're back in the 1800s.”

“Yep,” she popped the p.

“No one outside of the feedlot?”

“Rhett would make sure there isn’t,” she said. All of us were protective of Liv, but Rhett especially so since it was just the two of them in Cottonwood Falls for a long time. Tyler used to travel a lot for work, and I stayed busy in Dallas.

“Surely he approves of someone,” I said.

“Well, someone would have to be interested in me first for us to find out,” she replied.

“When they are interested, I'll know that they have impeccable taste.” I smiled over at her, and she looked up at me with a grateful smile in return.

“Thanks. You know, it's kind of weird. I always thought you would be the first one to get married, but here Tyler is with a wife.”

“Nicole was the only one I ever considered marrying,” I admitted, but moving away from Cottonwood Falls had sealed our breakup all those years ago. We weren’t high school sweet hearts destined for forever.

She nodded. “But there's still time for you to be second in line.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Give up.”

With a shrug she said, “At this rate, Rhett’s bound to get married one drunken night in Vegas before you or I settle down.”

“True.” I laughed.

We pulled into the parking lot closest to the stadium, people already walking down the sidewalks to get to the game. I parked and got out, and we walked beside each other, me feeling ridiculous and looking like a walking merch store.

I showed my ID at the VIP entrance, and we got in the elevator, riding to the top with other box seat holders. On the way to our suite, I passed a few people I knew as acquaintances and introduced them to my sister. But then we got to our own private box, and Liv got in one of the cushy armchairs and reclined. “Gosh, having a rich brother does have its perks.”

Laughing, I sat beside her. “Wait until the server comes and offers you free drinks.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, I completely forgot that was a thing!” She grabbed her foam finger and held it up. “Gooo, Gage!”

A knock sounded on the suite door, and I called, “Come in,” expecting a server.

Instead, Rex Whistler, manager of the Ropers, walked inside.

Liv’s jaw dropped, but I stood, extending my hand. “Great to see you, Rex.”

He gave me a lopsided grin, his leathery skin wrinkling with his smile. “Likewise. Can’t stay long, but thought I’d check in since I heard you’re here.”

“Have you met my sister yet?” I said, gesturing toward Liv. “Pretty sure she’s your biggest fan.”

She got up, taking her foam finger and extending her hand. “It’s an honor to meet you, Coach.”

He chuckled, shaking her hand. “Likewise.” Then he turned to me. “Thought I’d let you know that Levi is making a lot of progress. And our guys are having fun working with the Golden Valley kids. It’s been good all around.”

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