Terms and Conditions (Dreamland Billionaires, #2)

by Lauren Asher

“Are you doing all this because you’re secretly in love with me?”

I pluck her fingers off my bicep one by one. “Are you experiencing a kind of crisis?” “No, you fool. And I’m not in love with you.” She laughs again, making the most god-awful wheezing sound every time she inhales. “I’m doing this because we’re friends.”

“If I wanted some fatherly advice from a deadbeat dad, I’d call my own father.” My dig is meant for him and all the shit he put his children through.

“If you can’t be a responsible father, then I am no longer interested in helping you.” “You can’t be serious.” “Want to test that theory?”

“This is important to me. Like really important.” Her voice drops so low, I need to lean forward to catch her next words. “I don’t want any child to grow up thinking their parents don’t love them.” My fist balls up against my thigh. You had to go and tie yourself to someone with more daddy issues than you.