Chapter 33

Finally, Laura sighed. “At least you’ve got the cushy job and my father’s respect. All I get is slightly better than minimum wage, and I have to wait until I’m hitched to some man and squeezing out brats before my father will look at me with even half the affection he has when he talks about you.”

Nathan kneaded the steering wheel and merged onto the interstate. “I don’t think faking the man out is going to win you any points in the respect department.”

Laura rolled her head toward Nathan, her arms folded across her chest. “This was never about that. You know it wasn’t. I gave up trying to win his approval a long time ago.”

“It’s about getting what your sisters got.” Nathan sighed. He’d lost count of how many times he’d heard Laura’s “my religious family sucks” litany, but he could probably recite it under general anesthesia.

“Damn right it is. I’m not blonde, pretty, or content with the idea of high society, but you better believe I’m getting what’s mine.”