BROOKE
Later that day, I was curled up with a good book on investing when
somebody knocked on my door. I tossed the paperback aside. It wasn't
like I had any money to invest, but I liked to keep up on the latest in-
formation in the world of finance.
I stood, wondering who was knocking at my door at eight o'clock
in the evening.
I opened the door and froze when I saw Liam on my doorstep.
I hadn't heard a word from him all day, and my insecurities had
taken over.
Was he done with me after we'd had sex?
If he thought I was a cheater, maybe I was just not her one-night
stand for him, a way to alleviate the sexual tension that was always
there between us.
"I thought you were working," I said, trying not to notice that he
looked totally edible in a pair of dark-blue jeans and a black sweater.
I hadn't known that Liam was the sweater type, but it suited
him. He was the kind of guy who could make a sweater look sexy.
Really, I didn't know a whole lot about him outside of the restaurant.
The only things I'd ever seen him wear were jeans and T-shirts.
He strode through the door and into the living room, which
wasn't more than a few steps. It was a small apartment.
"You need to dump your rich boyfriend," he stated abruptly. "It's
a red line for me that I won't cross."
I swallowed hard as I closed the door and faced him. His expres-
sion was so intense that I couldn't answer.
He moved on. "For the rest of your time here in Amesport, we
date. We see each other someplace other than Sullivan's. The normal
stuff. We've never had normal, Brooke."
I raised a brow, wondering what he was up to, but my heart was
hammering as I gaped at him.
"I can take you anywhere you want to go. Hell, we can fly any-
where in the world. You know I'm not exactly hard up for funds. I
might only be a millionaire, but I have a lot of millions. That might
not look all that good compared to the overabundance of billionaires
in this town, but I could never work another day in my life, spend ex-
travagantly, and still have money to burn."
He was right. Liam had reached nine figures in his money mar-
let's, investments, and bank accounts. I'd done his taxes. I knew he
was loaded. But what did that have to do with us?
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Only A Millionaire
RomanceIt has been a year since Brooke escaped to the lovely coastal community of Amesport, Maine, where no one knows her real name or what she's been through. Now she's finally heading back home to California. That means saying goodbye to Liam Sullivan, h...
