isn’t even a full day old.”
Her lips tightened.
She hated when I called her Diane.
Brielle crossed her arms.
“So you’re refusing?”
“Yes.”
“After you said you’d help me?”
“I said I might contribute something reasonable. A dinner. A photographer. Maybe a few thousand. Not the down payment on a house.”
“You can afford it.”
Something about that sentence caught my attention.
“What?”
She shrugged.
“You and Grant have money.”
“We own a dry-cleaning business. We’re not millionaires.”
“You have savings.”
My pulse quickened.
“How do you know what
