“Nope, not my type, sorry,” Justine replied, and sipped her drink some more.
“Are you serious?” Taylor asked loudly, her jaw dropping, then Christy remembered something.
“Wait, did you say Dean owns the garage?” she interrupted.
“Uh huh, he owns the chain of them, hello, Iris Motors? Iris is his mom’s name. Think there’s about eight of them now across the state. He bought the first one for a steal, then he made enough profit to buy the second and so on. He’s the one who lent me the money to buy my share of the bar. He’s also one of the investors in Beau’s Bodies,” she said the last part sarcastically. Christy couldn’t believe it.
“But how?” she spluttered.
“He’s a hella smart businessman and he’s got a great eye for profitable investments. I couldn’t have done this without him.” Taylor turned away to put the broom back.
Christy was shocked, she kept discovering more sides to Dean, he clearly was smart, trusting, and seriously cared about his friends to help them out in such a way. She was also confused because if Dean wanted to keep her away from Beau because he thought she wanted his money, why use himself as bait? It didn’t make sense. Unless he knew he wasn’t really ever going to fall for me so there was no real concern I would get near his money? He said that he didn’t think she was a gold-digger, but she didn’t believe him. The thought of him thinking she was sent a lance of hurt through her, although could she blame him for being suspicious of her? She didn’t trust anyone either.