Page 122 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

“It’s nice to meet you,” he replied. His blonde hair was cut short and styled to perfection. His light blue eyes seemed to miss nothing. “Avery speaks highly of you,” he added, peering down at me over his thin aristocratic nose, which appeared to be the only thing his daughter had inherited from him.

“Okay, great,” Avery grabbed my arm again, “now that introductions have been made, I really need to talk to my best friend.”

Before her parents had a chance to respond, she pulled me out of the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder

at them apologetically.

Avery led me upstairs, and into her room, closing the door behind us.

“Spill girl,” she demanded. “How’d it go?”

“It went good,” I shrugged.

“Good?” She perched on the end of her bed and I collapsed into a green beanbag chair. “I need more details than that.”

“I really liked them and I managed to not do anything stupid,” I answered. “His grandpa is great.”

“So, what kind of house did they live in?” She asked, twirling a lock of red hair.

“They didn’t exactly live in a—uh—house,” I muttered.

Her brows furrowed together. “So, where’d they live? A trailer?”

“Um, not quite,” I nervously chewed on a hangnail, and wiggled, causing the balls in the beanbag chair to make a funny swishing sound.

“You’re being vague, Olivia. Speak,” she commanded.

“You see—well—I don’t know where to begin,” I stuttered, still biting on that stubborn hangnail.

“Here’s a wild idea,” she snapped sarcastically, “start at the beginning.”

“It’s a mansion, Avery,” I finally managed to find the words, “and when I say a mansion, I mean a mansion.”

“Bigger than this house?” She raised one brow.

“It makes this house look like a trailer,” I replied.

She whistled. “Holy crap…wait,” she eyed me, “what did you say his last name is?”

“Wentworth,” I shrugged.

“Oh my God,” she stood and began to pace across her bedroom. “I can’t believe I never connected the dots before. I’m so stupid!” She smacked her forehead. “I should’ve known he was one those Wentworth’s. It’s not like there are many around and that family is practically like royalty in this area. I just assumed he couldn’t be related because why would someone worth billions be working at a mechanics shop.”

“Billions!?” I screamed shrilly. “No one said anything about billions!”

She stopped and gave me a ‘duh’ look. “Of course they’re billionaires, Olivia, or at least pretty damn close to it.”

I couldn’t breathe. “Billions?” I gasped again.

It had been hard enough for me to swallow the unexpected news of Trace’s family being rich…but billions went beyond rich…that was…insane. I couldn’t begin to imagine what a billion dollars even looked like or what on Earth you’d do with it.

“Hey,” Avery knelt down in front of me and pulled my hands away from where they clutched my cheeks. “Are you okay? Is this what a panic attack looks like? Where’s my stupid brother Ben when you need him?”

“Why do you need Ben?” I asked.

“He’s a doctor,” she shrugged. “Are you okay?” She repeated, looking me over.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I choked.

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