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Good question.

Liam’s shifts his gaze in his wife’s direction.

Her face is impassible.

Liam clears his throat. “You’d never be sitting in the same room as Sibyl and me, if Sofia wasn’t worth it.”

Holy shit! I didn’t see that coming.

Bryce clenches his jaw, his nostrils flaring. “You’re right, brother. She’s worth it.”

Chapter 42

Sofia

Cassie’s green eyes shine with worry. “I’m scared, Sofia.”

“Go for it!” I say.

Cassie called, wanting to talk—something monumental. I invited her over to my place. Even though it’s Saturday, Bryce had to go into the office for a few hours. He suggested I invite Cassie to his place, but I’m not comfortable with that.

So, we’re having Saturday brunch in the Bronx.

She grabs another bagel from the pimped out bagel board, spread some cream cheese on it, and tops it with smoke salmon, red onions, and dill.

Her hands tremble.

I don’t rush her.

I pluck a baby tomato from the board, dunk it into the dill and chive Greek yogurt dip, and pop it into my mouth. I follow that with a piece of bacon.

God, I love food boards.

“What if I fall flat on my face?” she asks around a bite of bagel.

“Cassie, you have savings as a cushion and your YouTube channel surpassed your earnings as an escort. Two months in a row. And you’re making a killing as an escort. That says a lot.”

“I know.” Her green eyes lift to the ceiling and exhales a breath. “It’s just I know what to expect as an escort. This whole entrepreneurship-slash-boss-lady gig is outside my comfort zone.”

“But you’re already doing it.”

She shakes her head. “My DIY decor YouTube channel was supposed to be an outlet. I never had any expectations. I’m petrified. I’ve gained two million followers this month because of my 30 days of IKEA hacks series.”

“This tells you people want more of what you’re offering.”

“I’ve never been good in school. What if I fuck this up?”

“Cassie, you’re already doing it—”

“If I do this full-time, I know longer have the security at the escort gig.”

“True. You can keep doing both since you don’t show your face on your YouTube videos—”

“But at the same time,” she says, interrupting me, “if I chicken out, I miss the chance to prove to myself I can be more than a pussy for hire.”

I swat her arm. “Why would you say that about yourself?”

“I’m twenty-five, and I’ve been an escort for the past three years. Other than working fast food joints in high school and retail stores after that, I have zero job experience. Working for you was short-lived, I didn’t have time to gain any new skills.”

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