Lena’s chest tightened.
“And, sis,” Lana added, “not taking a decision is a decision.”
That hit harder than she expected.
“I think deep down,” Lana said softly, “you’re letting him lead because you’re tired of always leading yourself.”
Lena stared at the wall.
The truth of it burned.
“And I know how crazy all of this is,” Lana continued, her tone lighter now, teasing, protective, loving. “But I need to ask you something.”
“What?” Lena whispered.
“What is the worst thing that can happen if you give the man a chance?”
Lena didn’t answer.
“I mean, come on,” Lana went on. “Let’s be logical for a second. He’s hot—”
“Lana—”
“In that ice-cold, morally questionable, emotionally unavailable billionaire way,” Lana added.
Lena laughed despite herself.
“He’s filthy rich.”
“True.”
“He’s
