“You sound like you want a trophy wife or a pet. You know that’s not me, right?” “Oh, I know.” Wes chuckles and squeezes my arm. “That’s why this thing between us works—we both know that you don’t need saving. I may pretend to be your daddy, but you’re enough on your own to do anything you set your mind to. You’re brilliant, Ari. So when I say I want to spoil you, it’s because I want to help you shine even brighter.”
