Money Birdette looked at the jar, the rose, the note, and the man who’d given her everything he had—and somehow made it feel like more than all the gold in the world.
“I know,” Johnny said.
She picked up the note. Read it. Her expression didn’t change, but something in her eyes shifted—like a vault door cracking open just a sliver. i want to impress her money birdette, johnny love
She smiled. A real one. Not the sharp, appraisal smile. A soft, crooked, you-idiot-you-beautiful-idiot smile. Money Birdette looked at the jar, the rose,
“Probably.” Johnny walked in.