For a moment, he just stares at me and then slowly, he exhales. “How much do you need?”
I shrug. “My dad froze my card, so…”
“Card?” Interest flickers in his eyes and he studies me more carefully. “You must be loaded, Maddy.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Only rich girls get their cards frozen when daddy’s mad.” His jaw tightens. “The rest of us just get handed a lot of shit.”
I twist a strand of hair around my finger. “You don’t really look like someone who has a dad.” I wince, then laugh lightly. “Oh my God…sorry. That sounded awful. I kinda… say whatever pops into my head.”
His lips curl slightly. “And how do people with dads look?”
“I don’t know…like me. Sitting in this dump, begging for cash.”
To my shock, he lets out a short laugh, shaking his head.
My heart stutters. I free
