"If you're staying quiet, I'll take that as your consent for treatment," Ludwik said with that same shameless grin. "Saint Valentine over here, saving lives one day at a time."

"Oh, quit sucking up. Saving lives? Really? You barely qualify for a Band-Aid."

"If you want to go down that road, remember, you dated Bryce. I was devastated, wound up getting hurt in jail. This injury is basically your fault, so you owe me a fix-up."

Whitney looked at him, totally flabbergasted. "With that silver tongue, why aren't you a lawyer? You're making up stories faster than Netflix."

"Think it'll work, babe?"

"I should sue you for slander." Whitney glared, her big hazel eyes trying for fierce, but honestly, she looked about as scary as a cupcake.

Ludwik's smirk just got more wicked. Teasing her was his favorite. "You said I could be a lawyer. So go ahead, sue me—I'll win, and you'll just end up joining my side. Patch me up and I'll make it worth your while."

"Oh please, keep your pocket change. I'm richer than you now." Whitney rolled her eyes so hard you could practically hear them.

Miss New Money, I can marry into your fortune.

listening in, finally caught on to that

seriously? If Grandpa and Great-Grandma heard you say that, they'd chase you down Main Street

Danny a frosty look.

dad was turning into the family freeloader. Always tough in front of him,

whole line of

ruffle. That's my kid, she thought,

know stepdads can be mean fight? Look at your little sister she's still a preemie.

uncertain. For all his

advertise your mom's single and loaded? Charity stays in the family, buddy.

me?" Whitney snapped, bristling. "Who's your charity?

laughing. Ludwik leaned

and for a

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