Chapter 22: This is Real

Vanessa

I'm eating lunch and applying for jobs while I have home healthcare applications on the side of my laptop. My phone dings.

I close my eyes and count to ten because that sound means a bank transaction. Lately, it's meant that I've overdraft my bank account.

"It's time to face the music," I mumble, grabbing my phone.

Okay.

I frown.

Transaction complete?

I open my banking app and see money--lots of zeros. I'm going to faint. Yes.

I'm going to fall out of my chair--now.

I stare at Brent's name in the sender's box. I have thousands of dollars in my account.

So, what do I do now?

I stare at the applications Isley gave me for the home healthcare agencies. Brent's paying for them.

After a few minutes, I lean back and smile.

My ovaries are worth that much.

Minutes later, I shrug.

A frown replaces my smile. My shoulders slump.

Brent comes to mind.

He's sexy, funny, and--well--everything I think I want in a boyfriend.

The wealthy part isn't that bad, either.