"I know—and I know I haven't got a lot of money to contribute, anyway." She hesitated and shrugged again. "I just hate being dependent on him, I guess." Hated the feeling that she wasn't his equal in any way.
"Have you talked to him about this?" Ben steered her toward a waiting limo. The chauffeur opened the door and gestured her inside.
"Nice," she murmured, running her fingers across the plush leather seats as she sat down. "The hotel's, I gather."
Ben nodded and sat down opposite her. "And from your avoidance of the question, I gather you haven't tried talking to him."
"Well, no." She sometimes thought it would be easier to talk to a brick wall than to try to get serious with Ethan—at least when it came to what she was supposed to do with her life. As far as he was concerned, he loved her and he would support her. End of story. No discussion required.