Do Billionaires Ever Do Redemption ?

“I don’t need your money.” She stuck out her chin. Insistent. “I do fine.”

“‘Fine,’ but you’re getting kicked out of your hotel room—”

“Fine doesn’t mean I can spare the money for an impromptu trip to NYC and a fancy hotel room. Regular people don’t have gobs of cash lying around.”

The comment about regular people hit me in the gut. Because I’d always been the regular one, and she’d never been anything close to “regular.”

But I understood what she was saying. She wasn’t desperate. She could take care of herself.