She tries to climb over Jude’s lap, then Levi’s.They put her back in her place.
“I explained what happened; now let me go.We don’t have any dealings anymore.”
“Is that what you think after everything we told you last night?”
“I’m not that naive.People say a lot of things in the moment, I’ve heard.”
“Not us, Genevieve,” I say, holding her gaze through the mirror.
“How much does he need, your friend?”Levi asks.
“Two hundred thousand dollars,” she says, her face dropping in dismay.
How does she not know we would give her the world on a platter if it would make her happy?
Chapter Seventeen
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Genevieve
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Ican’t seem to computeexactly how I landed up in their car when I should be marrying Josh and helping him save the restaurant his dad built.
But here I am.And honestly, why are they mad?Our dealings are over.We should be going our separate ways.We should—
My thoughts are disrupted by the sound of Jude’s voice on his phone.He’s speaking to someone from their office, but then he asks me what the name of Josh’s restaurant is.I reply, with a heavy frown on my face, until I hear Jude tell the other person to transfer two hundred dollars to the restaurant in the name of Josh Burton.
“What...why?Why would you do that?”I cry incredulously.
“You don’t know?”Levi asks, with that smile on his face.I’m so confused.I don’t know what to think.What to feel.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, but then another question pops into my head.“Where are you taking me?”
“Home, Genevieve.Where you belong.”
