“I haven’t met them, but I’ve seen pictures, and holy crap… definitely good-looking. But Emma, what am I going to say to them? What could we possibly talk about for a week?”
“You’ve hung out around hot men before. You were just over at my house a week or two ago.”
“I know, but they’re your guys.”
I’d told Maddie about our unusual situation in early January after our New Year’s Eve celebration. “So? Hot guys can be nice, normal men, too.”
“Not these guys. Emma… they’re billionaires, too.”
“What?”
“I looked them up, they’re all rich as hell. One invented an operating system or a solar system or something. What am I going to do on an island in the middle of nowhere for a whole week with three billionaires?”
I had no idea, but I was very eager to find out.