“Look, I don’t mean to sound insecure or anything,” I tell him. “I think I’m all right. But you’ll have to excuse me if I just never saw myself as the kind of woman who’d attract the attention of a billionaire.” “Do you mean my brother or me?” The corner of his mouth twitches. He’s teasing me, maybe. “I guess… both of you.” “Then maybe the way you see yourself is not the full picture.” He adds casually, “Maybe, Megan Hudson, you don’t know how rare you are.”
