And then we figured it out and met at a diner instead. That's so romantic, Sophie squealled. Like a movie. It's something. Ethan ran a hand through his hair, realizing it was probably sticking up at weird angles.
She's Sarah. She's Vivian Hart. His sister's expression went blank. I'm sorry. What?
Vivien Hart. Hart Industries. The Viven Hart. No, no, that's not. Catherine said she was in finance.
Catherine lied or didn't know or decided billionaire CEO was too intimidating to lead with. Sarah stood up pacing the small bedroom. Ethan Vivien Hart is worth like I don't even know. Billions. Actual billions.
I'm aware. And you ate burgers with her at Rosy's diner. Seemed like the thing to do at the time. Sophie looked between them, confusion creasing her forehead. Is billions a lot?
Yes, sweetheart. Sarah said it's a lot. Does she have a castle? I didn't ask about her real estate portfolio, Sofh. His daughter climbed onto the bed, settling cross-legged beside him.
But did you like her for real? Not just because she's rich. Ethan looked at his daughter, too perceptive, too aware of adult complications, too familiar with the weight of things that shouldn't concern 8-year-olds. Yeah, he said honestly. I liked her.
She's different than I expected. Good. Different. I think so. Sophie grinned and it was like watching the sun come out.
Then you should see her again. Maybe I will. No. Maybe. You definitely should.
She poked him in the arm. You smiled when you said her name. Did not. Did too. You got all smiley and weird.
Sarah laughed. She's right. You do look smiley and weird. I hate both of you. No, you don't.
Sophie hugged him fiercely, her small arms wrapped around his neck. I'm glad you went on the date, even if you got all muddy. He hugged her back, breathing in the smell of her strawberry shampoo and the lingering scent of Sarah's house. Me too, kiddo. His phone buzzed on the nightstand.