Soulspire

Ava was still shaking her head, half-laughing, half-processing the fact that a teenager had just casually tossed her two million bucks like it was gas money. She swirled the last bit of wine in her glass, stealing a glance at Parker, who was back to petting Ere like they hadn't just discussed buying a whole damn law firm over dinner.

The waiter came by, clearing their plates with that polite, borderline awkward silence people got when they were clearly out of their league.

Ava leaned back, arms crossed now, eyes narrowing. "So, what's the catch, Parker?"

Parker raised a brow. "Catch?"

"You're seventeen, filthy rich, and apparently a force of subtlety. Nobody just...hands out millions without a reason."

Parker shrugged, wiping his hands on the cloth napkin. "You work hard. You keep me from getting screwed over. I reward loyalty. No catch. Simple."