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He was champagne and caviar, while she was Kool-Aid and frickin’ Kit Kats.
“Oh, that’s easy. People who are mean to others. There’s no excuse to be nasty for the hell of it, and it pisses me off whenever I hear someone belittling someone else.”
Karter didn’t necessarily consider himself a romantic, but he liked doing things for her. In the weeks that they’d been together, he’d made small gestures like having lunch delivered to her job and gourmet chocolates another day. The Saturday before, he had taken Dreamy to Temecula Valley, wine country, for wine tasting and a carriage ride. Sunshine, a nice breeze off the ocean, and walking hand in hand
Besides, my left palm was itching this morning, and that means money is coming my way.” At least that’s what her grandmother used to say. “Or it could mean that you need some lotion.”
“I love you more than I have ever loved anyone or anything in my life,” he continued. “I’d give up all of my millions if it meant keeping you in my life.” Dreamy leaned back and narrowed her eyes. “Is that because you know I’d share my millions with you?”

