Page 4 of The Broke Billionaires Club
Looking around, Ellie responded, “It is ahospital.”
“So,that’swhat that smell is,” hegrinned.
“Are you ever serious?” she asked him, returning his smile, even though she was unable to believe his anger at her hadn’t set inyet.
“Almost all the time,” he answered, and for once, his tone did soundserious.
Her brows furrowed in confusion at his response, but she didn’t ask him to expand. Since the light tone of the conversation had dissipated, she asked him what she really wanted to know. “How are you,really?”
“I’m going to be around for a long time,” he promised. Even though she knew he meant to assure her that he was going to be alive for a long time, a strange longing settled deep in her heart that he would say he planned to be aroundhera long time. The errant desire didn’t make any sense. The last person he would want to be around was the woman who mowed him down with hercar.
“There is something we need to discuss, though.” His deep voice sounded more somber than she had ever heard it in the short time she had knownhim.
Nervous about what might be coming, she swallowed and nodded at him to continue. “It’s about my hospital bills,” he started, and the churning in her stomach begananew.
