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CHAPTER SEVEN - EMMA

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“What’s it look like?”

“It looks like you’re parking at a Tastee-Freez.”

“Nothing gets by you, does it, Emma?”

“Why are you taking me to a Tastee-Freez?”

“Usually people come here for ice cream.”

I just blink at him.

“You don’t like ice cream?”

“Everyone likes ice cream.”

“Exactly,” he says, grinning like a foolish, charming bastard. Which makes no sense at all, but wow. I’d forgotten about that smile and how disarming it is. He looks at me. “Come on,” he says. “It’s a date, right? You paid ten million dollars for this date and now you’re going to complain when I do something date-y?”

This wasn’t part of the plan. The plan was:

Buy him.

Drive up to his lake house.

Drug him.

Wait for the girls to show up.

Take him over to our lake house.

Tie him up.

Make him regret all his asshole decisions thirteen years ago.

Probably gloat too. Little bit of, “Look at me, so rich and powerful now. And you dumped me, you dumbass. But oh, hey. I’m too good for you now. You could’ve had all this and now you’ve got nothing. Sucks to be you.”

Which is all pretty childish because he’s Jesse Boston. He could get any girl he wants. Just look at how they fell all over him tonight at the auction.

Ten. Million. Fucking. Dollars.

I feel sick. Literally, I feel sick. It’s not that we can’t afford the ten mil. It’s just… that was not the plan. This asshole isn’t worth ten million. What the hell were all those women thinking?

And us. What the hell were we thinking? This is all Hannah’s fault. I’m gonna kill her later.

No revenge plan is worth ten million dollars.

And now he wants to have ice cream with me.

Uggggh.

“So?” Jesse says.

“Hmm?”

“Are we gonna get out of the car? Or are we going to sit here all night?”