God help me, I detested kids. Even this one got on my nerves, and she was, by all definitions, cute and well-behaved. “I’m not doing this for free.” Dylan parked a hand on her waist. “Especially if we have to be seen at events and pretend to tolerate each other.” I snorted out a laugh. She stared at me blankly. Oh. She was serious. She wanted me to pay her for…what, exactly?
