Gemma sighed through her nose. “The idea of spending my family’s money on saving a small, independent bookstore from being cannibalized by a behemoth of a corporation warms the cockles of my heart. Whatever the sum, I can guarantee you it’s a small price to pay to make sure my cousin doesn’t run my family business into the ground. So are you going to tell me how much or should I just leave it blank?” Tansy broke out into a cold sweat at the mere idea of having that sort of carte blanche access to Van Dalen funds. She shook her head. “I need”—deep breath—“six.”
