“Let me guess, you’re here for your inheritance from your father?” What? Why would I come here eight years after he died? “I’m not interested in my late father’s money,” I clip out. I wish he’d been broke, so people would stop accusing me of going after his fortune. No wonder Mal hates money so much. It’s everything people think about. “Right,” the blonde snorts. The brunette shakes her head, elbowing her friend. “Stop it, Maeve. I think she really doesn’t know. I’m Heather, and this is Maeve.”
