Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“What do you mean?” I asked as I slid onto the stool on the other side of the island.
My parents looked at each other and clearly communicated something I wasn’t supposed to understand.
Finally, Mom looked back at me. “The last time you came walking into the kitchen with that look on your face, it was to tell us you’d signed up to compete for Miss Montana.”
I smiled because it was true. The last time I was this nervous, I had signed up to be in the pageant, when I’d never been in any other pageant in my life. But it offered a scholarship for college, and we’d needed the money to get me through the last few semesters of school. My parents and I had done everything we could to get me through school since money had been tight. I worked as much as I could to help pay for things and it not get in the way of studying.
“I’ve been approached to do a job. It’s only for a few months. A few weeks in November, and then through December and January, but it pays really, really well.”
Dad raised his brow. “Please tell me it’s not stripping.”
My mother and I both shouted at the same time.
“Dad!”
“Gilbert!”
“Why would you think I would be a stripper?” I asked my father.
He shrugged. “I know you’re worried about finances, and that was the only reason you signed up to do the whole Miss Montana thing. I told you, Kipton, we’ll figure it out.”
I sighed and reached for an apple sitting in a dish in the middle of the island. When my biological parents died, they had left everything to me, but left a college friend of my biological father’s in charge of handling all the money. The house, the cars, nearly everything had been sold and put into investments that Jerry managed until I came of age. He would supply quarterly reports to my parents, and they would receive a check each month per the will to help with the cost of raising me. My father trusted Jerry so much, he let him take over their portfolio as well. The floor fell out from under us five months before I turned eighteen and would have control over what my biological parents had left me. The checks stopped coming. Jerry disappeared with all his clients’ money, including my inheritance and my parents’ savings and retirement. He skipped the country, and there had been no leads at all in finding him or recovering the money he had stolen. All of it was gone.
When my parents hired a lawyer and a private detective to try to find Jerry, their financial situation only grew worse. They took out loans, mortgaged their house, and even sold some family heirlooms to get caught up. Thank God I had gotten another scholarship that paid for most of my college tuition. Plus, my stint as Miss Montana helped. For some reason I had always placed the blame on me about my parents losing nearly everything. I knew it was crazy, but I couldn’t help feeling guilty.
Chewing the apple, I pulled myself from my thoughts. “We’re never going to get anything back from Jerry.”
Both of my parents frowned.
“We’re going to find him. I can feel it,” my father said.
I shook my head, my guilt quickly replaced by anger. “And then what? He’s probably spent all the money.”
“Maybe so,” Dad said. “But he’ll be sitting in jail and not out living the high life on whatever’s left of everyone’s money.”
And that made me remember why I’d been nervous to talk to them. “Not to change the subject, but Mom, Dad…I need to tell you about that job because it’s amazing money and it doesn’t require me to take off my clothes.”
And with that, I had their attention, and I had to fight to keep from fidgeting on the stool. I cleared the frog in my throat and said, “I’ve been asked to host a TV show.”
My mother’s eyes lit up—but of course, Dad immediately looked unsure.
“What kind of TV show?” he asked.
“Well,” I said, twisting my hands together. “It’s going to be kicking off a new network, mainly geared toward women, but they’re hoping to pull in some male viewers as well.”
“Like on HGTV?” Mom asked.
“The way they described it is, it won’t be a network that shows you how to make your grandmother’s apple pie, but will teach you how to build the house your grandmother lived in. It’s more of an empowering thing, with the motto that women can do and be anything. Which is kind of strange, considering the show they’re starting with.” I’d argued that point with Jack and Travis, pointing out that a dating show was no way to empower women, but I, at least, liked the fact that the females held some cards in their hands. If they wanted to go home, they could at any point, and there was a strict no-sex policy…though the latter sounded like it was a condition of the guy who’d be dating the women, and not so much a condition of staying on the show.