I work in stocks.” He pulls a face. “It’s boring, I know.” “That is pretty boring,” I agree, and his expression shutters slightly. Oops. I open my mouth to tell him I’m kidding, but Gavin coughs. “I know. To be honest, I hate it, but it pays well, so—” “That’s okay then,” I say before I can stop myself. “I don’t mind boring men if they’re rich.” Jesus. Shoot me. Luckily, this time Gavin catches on. “I’ll be the wallet, you be the looks?” “Perfect. We can text each other once a fortnight from opposite sides of your yacht.”
