The Financier and the Sweetheart (Campo Royale #4) by V.L. Locey

Author:V.L. Locey [Locey, V.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: V.L. Locey
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“…and if you look over there you can see Lady Liberty,” Nate was saying as he pointed out the window.

Laila strained to see, pushing up and locking her strong arms and then squealing in joy. I peeked out the window on my right and gave the lovely lady a small nod. My gaze darted back to Nate and Laila sitting across from me. Most of the other seats were filled with wig boxes. Lord bless us, we’d bought so many wigs. Guilt gnawed at me even now as I thought about how easily I’d lost all my morals when presented with over ten thousand wigs. Ten thousand. Next to chocolates, wigs were a weakness of mine. I’d not been able to afford new ones, obviously, so I tended to my old ones with tender loving care. I was not above taking a hand-me-down or grabbing up a stray wig that I might come across at the Goodwill. Frugality thy name is Leroy Marx.

“I am so excited to visit New York! Do you think we can see a play while we’re here?” Laila asked. Nate agreed instantly.

“Honey, asking for something that’s not part of this sponsorship package isn’t professional. Nathan is already spending so much of his money on this venture.” I watched her smile slip and felt terrible, but Nate taking us to see a Broadway play was blurring lines. Lines that I’d already smudged a few days ago with the kiss.

“There is no proviso in our agreement that says that a friend can’t take his other friends to see a show,” Nate countered smoothly. I crossed my legs and folded my arms over my chest. “Furthermore, being seen out and about will be a boon to your social media presence, which is, if I can be frank, a little drab.”

“You have to spend money to make money,” Laila chimed in before I could even counter Nate’s points. Not that I had any fitting rebuttals. The man was right. My IG and Facebook pages were dismally dull. I had no clue what to post about. No one wanted to see my old costumes or hear about drink specials at the club. There was a business page for the Campo for those things. My life was dreary. All I did was work. Who wants to hear about pinching pennies until they cried out for mercy? No one. And so I didn’t post much.

Nate and my sister rapped knuckles as I chewed on my inner cheek. Sensing they’d won, they returned to picking out sights as we closed in for a landing at JFK. Truly, I wanted to be snippy about the two of them but I just couldn’t seem to hang onto any true anger. Nate, it seemed, was filling a role that my poor father hadn’t had time to do for my baby sister. She looked up to him as a father figure as well as a friend. They’d hit it off instantly. Maybe it was because they were both charming, gregarious people with drive.

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