_Zarelle’s POV_
I shot my brother an exasperated look. “What’s it to you? Can’t I treat George like a friend?”
“A friend to whom you gave a three-million-dollar gift?”
“I can afford it, why not?” I shrugged, focusing on the road. “And I thought you were trying to set me up with him. So why the interrogation now?”
“I wasn’t trying to set you up with anyone,” Ryan protested, sounding genuinely offended. “It was Dad’s orders. He said it’d be good for you to go out and meet more people. I figured, George counts as people, right? So I asked him to come along tonight.”
He pouted like a child. “But I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you were going to send him home with a three-million-dollar tie clip.”
“Oh, you are just never going to let that go, are you?”
“Not until I se
