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.