And? I hate suspense.
Addie: Yes, I know, you always suggest fast-burn love stories. I need the delay… slow burn, baby.
ADALAIDE!
Addie: 400K
I suck in a sharp breath, completely unprepared for that.
“What’s wrong?” Nate asks.
I clutch my phone to my chest. “Girl stuff. Eyes on the road.”
What the fuck?
Addie: Whoa, you dropped an F bomb.
I ignore her.
Why would anyone pay me that much? I don’t get it.
Addie: You got 600K once before.
At auction. Rich people are weird. I saw Prince’s toothbrush sell for the same price.
Addie: I’d buy Chris Hemsworth’s toothbrush.
Addie: Also…babe, you’re insanely talented. Why are you shocked?
It’s a lot. What if I screw it up? I’ve never done something this big.
Addie: Since when do you turn down a challenge? You’re the smartest, most determined person I know.
Addie: You can do this, I promise.
It’s a big responsibility on top of my already demanding job. I woke up to 150 unread emails today, all before I had breakfast, and worked half the time I was on the boat with Nate.
Addie: That’s why you have me.
You really think I should do it? What’s the timeline?
Addie: Tell me you love me first.
I love you.
Addie: You’re booked solid this year. I told them you can’t start until next November.
Genius. That gives me breathing room to practice.
What if they back out?
Addie: I’m drafting an ironclad contract with my parents’ lawyer. Yours sucked.
Addie: Also got a fifty percent deposit.
FIFTY?!
Addie: You’re welcome.
