With a sinking stomach, she realized she had run out of options, and she picked up her bag.Īhead of her, Alex reached the last row of chairs, where a teenage boy sat smoking. She had no checking account, no charge cards, and her father had ordered her not to contact him. “Then let’s get to it.” He pulled their boarding passes from his shirt pocket and turned away. “You know I can’t do that! I don’t have any money.” Of course, if you insist on walking away, I won’t stop you.” “Max and I made a deal, and I’m not going to welsh. “Honor! You sold yourself to him! You let my father buy you! What kind of honor is that?” Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but it’s a matter of honor with me.”
“I made a promise to your father, and I never go back on my word. If you’ll just lend me a third of the money that’s rightfully mine, we can put this behind us.” Markov-please-you don’t really want to go through with this. The fit of his jeans showed narrow hips and legs that went on forever. He came up to her, his own carry-on bag dangling easily from his loose grip.
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