How to Frame a Fashionista by Debra Sennefelder

Author:Debra Sennefelder
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Published: 2020-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Kelly muttered before she looked in the direction of the voice that had called out her name. There was a sliver of a chance she was hearing things.

Nope. She wasn’t hearing things. It was indeed Barlow Childers. Heir apparent and Marvin’s grandson. A blast from the past she’d soon like to forget.

What did he want?

“Good morning, Barlow.” As with Jed, the loan officer, she checked her voice before speaking. The young business man was the last person she wanted to run into after a disappointing visit to the bank. Truth be told, Barlow was somebody she never wanted to run into. Their previous interaction, when he barged into the boutique declaring it was his rightful inheritance, had left a lot to be desired. Eventually, the whole matter had been straightened out. Still, his bull-in-china-shop behavior left a bad taste in Kelly’s mouth.

“Glad we ran into each other. I was going to call you today.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather bomber jacket. Unzipped, it revealed a lightweight gray crewneck. He didn’t seem the type to be adventurous with color. No, he was more of a safe bet kind of guy. A quick glance at his creased khakis, and his traditional loafers confirmed her assessment. He wasn’t a fashion risk-taker. Her guess was that he shopped at L.L. Bean.

“Oh? About what?” A pit formed in Kelly’s stomach. This wasn’t shaping up to be a good conversation or a good day.

“My grandfather.” He stepped forward, closing the space between them. Kelly caught a whiff of his aftershave or cologne and she, momentarily, forgot they were adversaries. “And his money.” That snapped Kelly out of her silly teenage age girl stupor.

“What…what are you talking about?”

Barlow chuckled. It wasn’t a lighthearted laugh. It was more like a so, we’re-going-to-play-this-game, kind of laugh. A breeze kicked up, ruffling his dark brown hair as his intense dark eyes fixated on Kelly. They were pools of intriguing darkness she could easily get lost in if it wasn’t for the fact that they were his.

“I trust you’ve taken care of your financial situation so you won’t be needing any of his money.” He gestured to the bank.

Marvin must have told his grandson about his generous offer to loan Kelly money. Being the greedy little heir, Barlow would want to stop such a transaction. Heaven forbid his grandfather do what he wanted with his own money.

“You don’t have to worry about your inheritance. I have no intention of taking Marvin up on his offer to lend me money.”

Barlow nodded. “Good to hear it. My grandfather sometimes acts out of emotion rather than logic. Guess it’s because he’s an artist.”

“Something you’ll never have to worry about. Good for you.” Kelly walked past Barlow. They had nothing to discuss.

“Are you implying I have no emotions?”

“No, of course not. I think you have emotions. You love money.” Kelly plastered on her sweetest smile and batted her false lashes.

“Correction, Miss Quinn. I respect money.

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