I kind of liked it, though that was ridiculous. “Pretend to be my girlfriend.” Her jaw slackened. “No. Definitely not.” “We can be hazy with the details.” “Why?” She sounded exasperated, and I couldn’t blame her. “It’s complicated.” Granny’s illness, the issue with the press. I didn’t want to explain all that. “Inheritance?” she asked. “No.” I glared at her. “I wouldn’t use my grandmother like that. And I’ve already inherited.”
