“Some things are more important than money.” “Says the person who always had it.” He looked at me with a small grin. The butterflies in my stomach were like a herd. A flock? Whatever the hell a group of butterflies was called, and that was bad, bad news. Berk was so many things, but my new boyfriend wasn’t at the top of that list. He had my new heartbreak written all over him, and I’d been there already. Standing inside my front door as he ordered a cake for Alexis. I still didn’t know the deal with her and I wasn’t going to put my heart on the line to find out. “Touché.”
