Only A Millionaire

CHAPTER 1

BROOKE

  I  was  living  a  life  that  was  lie,  and  I   hated   every   moment   of   it.

       Well, maybe there was one exception.

       Liam Sullivan.

      My boss was the only  thing  that  made  my  temporary  move  to  the

East Coast worthwhile.

    Really, I loved  the   maine  coastal  town  of  Amesport,  even  though  I

was only a  temporary  resident. The  people  were   friendly,  and  I  didn't

mind waiting  tables  and  doing  whatever  else  was   necessary  to   help

out in the small eatery where I worked.

    I just hated the lies.

   I'd  run  from  California  to  Maine  because  I'd  had  to, less  than  a

year ago. Now I was ready to drop the falsehoods and be  myself  again.

     There was  only  one  problem, and  that  deception  was  the  one  I

regretted the most.

     Liam Sullivan.

     My  boss,  the  owner  of  Sullivan's  Steak  and  Seafood, was  a  tall

blond god who haunted every wet dream I'd had since  the  moment  I'd

met him for  the  first  time. Unfortunately, the   fantasies  hadn't   gotten

any less heated than they'd been months ago.
 
      I let  out  a  sigh  and  leaned  back  in   Liam's   chair.  Unfortunately

he wasn't in the small  office  of  the   restaurant  with  me.  It  was   early

morning,  and  the  doors  wouldn't  open  until  the  afternoon. We  were

still running  the  off-season hours of early  spring  at  Sullivan's, so  Liam

Sullivan hadn't even arrived at the restaurant yet.

     "it's almost over," I whispered to  myself  right  before  I  took  a  large

gulp of my coffee. I'd made a whole pot, and I  was  already down to  the

last cup. "I'll be back in California soon."

    I had to focus on going  back  home. For  the  last  several  months, it

was the only thing that had kept me sane.

     The  lies  had  needed  to  continue, even  after  Liam   had   admitted

that  he  wanted  me, months  ago. And  that  fabrication  of  who  I  was

gnawed at me.

     What else could I do? I couldn't tell him the truth.
 
     In  real   life,  I   didn't   have   a   boyfriend.  The   visitor   Liam    had

seen and assumed was my man  had  actually  been  my  brother  Noah,

brought to the  East  Coast  by  the  billionaire  Evan  Sinclair. Evan, who

permanently  resided  here  in  Amesport,  was  friends  with  Noah  and

had agreed to help me get away  from California when I needed  to  flee

my home in the West.

     I was grateful, but I regretted the  fact  that  I'd  had  to  hide  who  I

really was.

    Liam knew a Brooke who had never really existed.

    Not  that  I  lied  to  him  very  often  if  I  could  help  it, but  I   hadn't